#my last 2 brain cells working overtime

[stood-onthecliffside]

Hello! Don't forget to go to sleep when it's time to

the question is did YOU sleep on time..??

#my last 2 brain cells working overtime #jakey my beloved <3 #*ask

[thehylianidiot]

TheHylianIdiot's Assortment of Brain Worms

Was tagged by both @bumblebeehug and @kiliinstinct for this one, so let's do this.

rules: share the first line (or two or more!) of every current wip you have (that you feel comfortable sharing) and tag some writer friends! feel free to add the titles of your documents if you see fit

Oops We Kidnapped the Emperor (Title WIP) (Fairy Tail)

The mission to rescue Makarov had a few hiccups.

The first of which being despite traveling across the ocean to the heart of the Alvarez Empire, storming its castle ready to get back their captive guildmaster, the designated High-Collateral Rescue Squad did not bring back their Sixth-But-Soon-To-Be-Eighth-Guildmaster. 

And as for the second well…

Erza explained it to the rest of the guild best. “We kidnapped the emperor.” 

The Other Four Idiots, Plus A Cat (Chapter 22) (Fairy Tail)

“How many people have you interacted with in your life?”

“Umm… well… I don’t have a lot of practice with people. Most are either dead or fled in the first twenty four hours.” Mavis chuckled a bit, because keeping bright and cheerful normally made things happier and not a constant reminder that the majority of her prior interactions involved the other party trying to… well… increase their kill count by one. 

Given the lady slapping her palms to her face, maybe that wasn’t the best way to put it. 

“Oh gods he befriended a psychopath,” Ultear not-so-quietly muttered into her hands.

Lost My Cap (I swear I will write this someday) (Legend of Zelda: Minish Cap)

"I thought I heard something" 

Yes. It was a frog. How that buffoon of a guard could mistake a frog for him, Vaati wasn't sure. And of course the dimwit just had to pitter patter up above like some lost pet. 

On and on he heard the aimless clank of too heavy boots. Surely the guards could find something more interesting. There were monsters flooding every inch of their precious kingdom! Didn't they have something better to do than hunt the one who opened that damned box? Like perhaps stepping away from the sewage gate? 

He breathed in a quarter second too long and nearly gagged at the overwhelming stench. Don't you dare, he told himself. No way was he embarrassing himself further today by getting caught. 

To Slay A Demon (Part 2) (Fairy Tail)

Maybe some naively optimistic part of Gray hoped Zeref was a glass canon. That after cult after cult of worshippers and thousands of demons at his command, their ringleader would be too dependent on them. 

That optimism was crushed between a fraction of a second.

And death magic flowed around like a tidal wave of sand, flinging haphazardly in a nonexistent hurricane, crashing against ice-made shield. One trickle past Gray’s defenses, and he’d lose everything.

The Little Raindrop of Magnologia (Fairy Tail)

Drip drip drop. 

Little Juvia stood alone in the pouring rain. 

Drip drip drop. 

Everyone else had long since fled indoors. After all, it was the easiest way to escape the rain creating waterfalls from roofs and rivers from sidewalks. 

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t afford that luxury. 

These Are Not the Reincarnated Immortals You're Looking For (Title WIP) (Fairy Tail)

Alios would say the evening was going surprisingly normal until the chloroform. 

But no matter how many preparations he made so he could have a decent time (for once) at his favorite author's award ceremony—working overtime that week to make enough space in his schedule and spending the better part of an hour beforehand figuring out how to wear a modern suit along with how a gods-forsaken tie worked—Alios couldn't stop his weekly kidnapping from literally any random cult in Fiore falling on that exact date.

So as the last shreds of haziness finally faded away and Alios found himself tied to a chair in a pitch black cell, his first thought was, at least they gave it a cushion this time. 

Death Swap (Title WIP) (Fairy Tail)

It started with a passing rumor. 

A local tale shrouding its details with pottery gilded in mysticism and silken rarities tailored to lure passing travelers with enough coin in their pockets and a passing interest with the morbid to pay for a souvenir. Yuri knew he shouldn’t keep his hopes up. 

Knew it was going on two years already. Knew he should be getting back home, call it a night after making sure Warrod had kept a good eye on Makarov this time and the guildhall wasn’t turned into an artistic rendering of spinach inside a blender. 

As Precht said, they were never going to find her. 

Then again, Precht spent most of his time nowadays wallowing in the never-ending stream of newfound council regulations that kept multiplying like rabbits every few weeks until he couldn’t look at a stack of paper without sweating, so what did he know? 

Tagging @classysassy9791, @xfangheartx, @pencilofawesomeness

Feel free to ignore me, nobody is under any pressure to share if they don't want to.

#fairy tail #legend of zelda #wips #wip ask game #wip meme #writers tag game

[nautiscarader]

Nautiscarader's Wendip Week 2022 #2: movies and chill

(Ao3)

Wendy slowly opened her eyes, feeling sharp pain in her head. It took her a moment to regain her memories and understand where she was…

The metallic floor she was lying on felt cold, and the ominous, greenish-yellow glow only deepened her anxiety. Last thing she remembered was…

Dipper… she went with him on a…

"Spaceship!", she suddenly exclaimed as her memories came back. She looked around her metallic cell, the door armed with grid of lasers through which she could see the opposite room and its inhabitant.

"Dipper!", she yelled, seeing him, twitch.

"W-Wendy…?", he asked sleepily, "What-what's going o-OH MY GOD WE'VE BEEN ABDUCTED!"

"Stay away from, the bars.", she pointed to her slightly burned clothes. "Are you okay?"

"I mean, aside being on a spaceship, yeah.", he replied, "And you?"

"Just bruises, honestly we've had Thanksgiving with worse score", she joked trying to de-escalte the level of stress. In reality, her brain was working overtime, trying to find any weak point of their cell, but she couldn;t even find a single screw head or hole…

"Wendy, uh, listen.", Dipper spoke, gaining her attention, "Look, if, if we don't-"

He swallowed loudly and was about to continue when Wendy interrupted him.

"We will. So hold your big news for when we really are in no win scenario. We've been through worse."

Dipper opened his mouth but promptly closed it, his lips curling into a faint smile mimicking hers.

But his moment of happiness did not last long, as a loud "thud" from the corridor startled both of them, and made them both look at the shadow on the floor growing steadily as someone approached them.

They both retracted further into their cells, and both started frantically looking for their belongings, quickly realising their pockets have been emptied.

And at the same time, the silhouette of their captor appeared between them, and they both gasped at the alien keeping them hostage.

it looked like a giant insect, complete with several segmented, glowing eyes and antennae, as well as pincer-like protrusions around what looked like its mouth. At least three pairs of appendages poked from under its cape, revealing further four legs he was walking on.

"Ah, humans.", it spoke in a deep, menacing voice, "Finally awake. Good…"

"Lower those bars so we can show you what we do with cockroaches back on our planet!", Wendy raised her fists, but her plan, as feeble as it was, has been quickly put to rest as glowing rings of energy appeared around her ankles and wrists, immobilising her.

"Wendy!", Dipper cried, moments before the same happened to him.

"Humans, so primitive, so violent…", the alien muttered, as the bars to their cells disappeared. "today, you shall be the first to pay for your species horrible crime to the universe."

Two long arms grabbed both of them and the alien dragged them behind it, as it walked down the long, empty corridor.

"Crimes? What crimes?", Dipper asked, hoping to buy them some time.

"The pollution!", the alien exlained as they entered a huge hall with two chairs in the middle, "humans have been polluting this part of the galaxy for quite some time anbd now you will get to experience it!"

"Galaxy? We barely went to the Moon! And it was so long ago some folks even don't think it happened… "

The alien, together with its two compatriots chuckled, as the energy bars immobilised Wendy and Dipper to their seats.

"We're not talking about your feeble attempts at space exploration… You will now experience the PAIN we feel every day! "

Suddenly, a low buzzing noise filled the room, as machine with dozens of blinking lights awoke from its slumber. Hair stood on Dipper and Wendy's necks, as the two tried looking at each other, their necks unable to move.

"W-Wendy, listen", Dipper stuttered, as the ominous noise grew in volume, "I-I've been wanting to ask you-"

"I-i know, dude", she interrupted him.

From his restrained position Dipper could notice a faint smile, as well as a tear running down her freckled cheek as she tried to connect with her friend.

"Now, humans, taste a piece of your own filth!"

Suddenly, a bright, white flash filled the room, making Wendy and Dipper flinch, wondering how long will the torture last, but to their surprise, instead of sound of war machinery or torture devices, they heard a familiar phrase.

"I'm telling, you Alice, one of these days…"

Wendy and Dipper opened their eyes, and as they slowly adapted to the bright light, they realised they were seated against a giant projector screen.

"Bang, zoom, to the moon!"

"W-wait a minute…"

The alien laughed with a maniacal pleasure.

"That is right, humans! For almost a century you have been polluting the electromagnetic waves with the utter garbage, and now you will know what we feel with our antennae every waking moment!"

"You mean…", Wendy started, her lips curling into a smile. "That you have cheesy movies…"

"…The worst you could find…", Dipper continued.

"And we have to sit and watch, while you monitor our minds?"

"YE-wait, why are you grinning?", the alien stopped mid-sentence as he realised his plan might had a flaw in it.

"Okay, one more question: do you guys know what popcorn is?"

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Three hours later, the alien collective was brought to tears and despair, as nothing of the years of human nonsense broadcasted loud and clear from the damned planet has managed to bring the two prisoners down. If anything, it made them happier.

"We almost got killed by a tractor…", Wendy and Dipper sang to a made-up tune as another movie from the by-gone era was displayed in a futile attempt to bring them down.

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"Nuh-uh. he shot first."

"No he didn't!"

"Yes he did! Hey, mister alien, can you rewind the tape? And maybe go frame-by-frame?"

"OH MY BLORB THEY WANT TO REWATCH IT?"

"Well, duh, that's why they've made the special editions! So we can argue more!"

==========

"I'm telling you, they could have both survived on that iceberg", Wendy continued, slurping drink provided by the aliens abiding by some galactic laws regarding prisoners, "If she just moved slightly to the left."

"Yeah, bu-but then the movie wo-wouldn't have wo-worked!", Dipper replied, sniffing as tears ran down his cheeks.

"That's it!", the alien walked in front of the screen, "You guys are the WORST prisoners. Do you know how many versions of my plan of human destruction I've been through?"

"Oh, dude, please tell me it was your ninth one.", Wendy suddenly cheered.

"Okay, I'm done with you.", it spoke, "Beam them down to that hellhole of nonsense".

"So you DO say 'beam me down'!"

"Thank you mister alien!", Dipper laughed before both he and Wendy were engulfed by light and disappeared from the deck.

The next moment, the two found themselves exactly in the same place where they have been abducted from - except the cinema was closed, but with their belongings gone, so was the premise of attending screening of any movie.

"Well, so much for our date", Wendy joked, checking her pockets, "But hey, I think we got enough movies for a while huh?"

"Yeah, and-wait, wha-what did you call it?", Dipper took a moment to ponder the meaning of her words.

"A date, dude.", she smiled, giving him a knowing look, "Don't deny it, i know what you've wanted to say back then…"

Before he could protest, she cupped his cheeks, and seeing his eyes widen, she gave him a soft kiss.

"Dunno about you, but not being incinerated by incompetent aliens collecting old TV shows sounds like a good idea for a first date."

"Uh…"

"Are you gonna walk me home? We should tell our families what happened."

"O-Oh! Right!", Dipper regained his senses, "Right…"

Wendy reached her hand and waited for Dippers to join hers, their fingers intertwining as they walked back towards the Shack, laughing at the adventure they've had.

==========

A few million of miles above them, three aliens sat in the same room once designed as torture chamber, watching the same movie Dipper and Wendy have been making jokes and songs about.

"You know, I am kinda getting why humans like it.", said the first one.

"Really?"

"Yeah. We could turn it into some sort of self-deprecating, pain-inducing chamber show for degenerates with way too much money."

"We better do, otherwise we will not be able to explain why we've wasted so much money for nothing…", the alien commander took a sip from a bottle. "And you know, they were right, these two could both fit on that iceberg…".`

#Wendip #nautiscaraderfics #wendip #wendy corduroy #dipper pines #gravity falls #wendipweek #wendip week #wendip week 2022

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Homecoming Part 2: Empirical Evidence (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

synopsis: you don’t really get along with Satoru (but when did you ever?) and that leads you to drawing two hypotheses. But only one with be tested tonight. 

word count: 2.1k

trigger warning: NSFW because *smut*! 

A/N: We’re back by popular demand with a part 2 of Homecoming! Thank you to @sandyscastle​ for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it :) (omg we literally just talked and I’m so sorry I forgot it was YOU WHO REQUESTED THIS! Please forgive my brain cell; she works overtime these days lol)

Inspired by “Together” by The xx

Soft lips dance along the outer edge of your earlobe, bringing you out of your dreams and into the sunlit room. “You don’t have to speak,” the man behind you whispers. “I know what you’re going to say.” A dragon-tattoo arm snakes around your waist and presses you closer to the body you’re nestled in, heat radiating off of its large figure. You groan, hoping for a few more minutes of sleep, but your personal - and very human - alarm clock won’t let you rest a second past your wake-up time. 

“Please,” you moan, rolling over into Suguru’s chest, hoping this show of affection would keep his incessant fingers roaming around your body and therefore, both of you in bed. But you were sorely mistaken. 

“Come on… we have a short day today. Then we can come back and take a long nap, just you and me.” Suguru presses a tender kiss to your forehead and sits up, his long hair shifting over his shoulder. You look up into his onyx eyes - briefly wondering why you spent so much time away from his gaze - and then lift up on your elbow, sighing. 

“Fine.” Suguru smiles and kisses your lips, pulling away before you can deepen it and get in a considerable amount of trouble. 

“That’s my girl.” 

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“Satoru, get me out of this tree right now.” 

The blindfolded sorcerer below you laughs childishly, hands on his stomach while you give him the evil eye, albeit, upside down. Was the evil eye even effective if you were upside down? 

“Y/n… you- your-'' You thank the heavens you wore pants and not the skirt you originally considered putting on, but it doesn't make you feel any less embarrassed. 

“Let me down right now or I’m going to scream,” you warn, but Nobara joins in on Gojo’s laughter, apparently more amused by your predicament. Either Gojo liked putting you into trees, or it just so happened that every time you went flying, a large tree was nearby to catch you. It was becoming an annoying habit that could have easily been avoided if--

“Is this part of training?” A voice grumbles over the exhalations of your peers, and you angle your head to look at Geto, who is striding closer to where you dangled precariously. Yuji and Fushiguro are behind him, trying their best not to explode into laughter themselves. But Suguru is not amused. 

“I didn’t do it!” Nobara quickly sobers up, putting her cursed tools away. “I-it was Gojo-sensei!” Gojo is rolling around in the grass and clutching his stomach, and you slide your eyes over to Suguru again. He catches your pleading gaze and shakes his head in disbelief. 

“Satoru,” he calls out over the man’s cackles, but Gojo refuses to acknowledge him at all, still wrapped up in a joke that only he understands and enjoys. “Satoru.” 

Before you can swivel your head, Suguru has Satoru with his hands behind his back, twisting his right arm painfully. 

“Okay, okay!” Satoru whines and you feel hands gently pulling you out of the branches and setting you on the ground. 

“There you go,” Yuji announces and you stand up, dusting yourself off. Wordlessly, you trudge past the trainees and back to the dorms, followed closely by Suguru and an apologizing Satoru, but you pay them no mind. It isn’t until you’re in the bathroom, picking out leaves and sticks from your hair, that Suguru speaks.

“Mind telling me what happened?” 

“Satoru always does this. He always embarrasses me when I’m trying to teach or guide, and I don’t know why.” 

“Y/n…” Geto begins but you cut him off with a withering stare. 

“You saw it - back when we were just grade twos - he’s always had it out for me, and I-- But that’s your best friend, so you’d side with h-” 

“Hey,” Suguru presses his hands against your shoulders, which are now shaking as you prepare to cry. “You can always talk to me about Satoru. He’s a prick, and I know that. We all know that.” He cups your face in his hands, and pulls you in close for a forehead kiss before swallowing you in a tight hug. “What would make you feel better right now?” 

“I don’t know…” you whisper into his chest, and he replies, 

“Can I run you a hot bath?” You nod, your forehead rubbing against his cotton tee, and he walks over to the claw-foot tub with you still in his arms. The awkward shuffle is ended when you reach the edge of the porcelain fixture, and he turns the knobs with ease, letting the water run freely. A kiss is planted on your cheek before he untangles himself from you and does what only he knows how to do - which is prepping the bathtub with epsom salts, bubbles, and tossing in a stashed-away bath bomb from your last trip to the mall. 

When it lands at the bottom of the tub with a thunk, you know it’s time for you to strip down and sink into the indigo colored water. The water is almost hot enough to be painful, but somehow, Suguru knows how to make everything just right. 

“Everything okay?” he asks, sitting on the side of the bathtub with ease, dipping a hand in to test the temperature. 

“It’s all perfect,” you whisper, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. 

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“Remember when they used to braid flowers into your hair?” you wonder, fingers deftly weaving a braid on the left side of his head to match the right braid already completed. You’re sitting on the couch, watching some mindless game show while Suguru sits between your legs on the floor. 

“I remember,” he murmurs, taking the finished braid and twirling the end around his fingers. “I also distinctly remember you being much too shy to actually do anything other than pick the little flowers.” You swat at his shoulder playfully, outraged that he would even mention your former shyness. 

“Okay, but can you blame me? You always looked like you were about to eat me alive before I really got to know you.” 

“Eat you alive?” Suguru turns his head and raises an eyebrow curiously. “Eat you out, more like…” he mutters, but it’s still loud enough for you to hear. 

“But you never did. And you never have,” you retort, wrapping the final tie around the left braid. “Besides, I don’t think you’re the kind of guy to even eat a girl out before you’ve--” 

“Before I’ve what?” Suguru asks, flipping over and caging you between his arms on the couch. You pause, unsure of how to reply with him hovering over you like a lion above it’s prey, but you find your voice a moment later.

“Before you… you know… get your rocks off.” 

“You’re wrong about that, y/n,” he whispers, sliding over and laying you across the length of the couch. “But I don’t know if my word would satisfy you.” 

“I’ll take empirical evidence over your word,” you answer, his hand smoothing across your face, which is illuminated by the demi-light of the television. 

“Say no more,” Suguru replies, capturing your lips in a kiss that makes your ears block out the sound of the TV. Your eyes instantly close, and all you can feel are his lips and his hands roaming across your skin - just how you like it. Hands dance around the waistband of your leggings, tugging a little before drifting underneath and rolling them down your legs. A finger probes past your underwear, and you feel it seeking, feeling, searching for something more than you had currently. Suguru removes his hand and lifts your leg up, still holding you captive under his lips, and tugs your underwear off, casting them aside without care. 

When he breaks the kiss, you moan and his hands push both of your legs up and over his shoulders. It isn’t until he’s practically facing your core that you feel something warm and wet trailing down your thigh and straight there, making your hips jerk as his tongue makes instant contact. 

“Su…” Your nickname for him had stuck with you all of these years, and now you were finally using it the way you always wanted to. He hums in response but doesn’t stop eating you out, his tongue eagerly flicking to and fro like he needed a second dinner. Your hand lands on his braided head and he groans a little, quickening his flicks and drags across your flesh like a searing-hot iron. With ease, he slides a thick finger inside of you, curling it and moving his lips to suck on your clit, pulsing his sucks with the timing of his finger-thrusts. 

“M-more...” When you look down, his eyes are already focused on your panting expression, and you’re trying hard not to cum from just the sight alone. But Suguru wordlessly encourages you to cum by rolling your clit with his tongue, and you toss our head back, moaning loudly, which accompanies his obscene slurping sounds and hums of pleasure. Your orgasm isn’t too far from reach - you can literally feel him teasing it out of you bit by bit - and all it takes is one good stroke of his finger to make you tip over the edge and into oblivion. 

Words, shapes, numbers, thoughts, they all fade into the abyss with you as you lose yourself in the sensation of being absolutely unraveled. When you find your shape again, you curl your fingers back into fists and Suguru removes his face from your core and shucks off his pants and boxers. Before he can climb onto you, he whispers, 

“Do you want to do this?” 

“Yes, yes!” You grab at his shirt and pull him in closer, lips crashing against each other sloppily as you pull him back down. He strokes his cock one, two, three times, and lines himself up with your entrance, nudging the head against you slightly. Your mouth opens as he sinks into you and sheathes himself with a loud, drawn out groan. You whimper, holding onto the arms placed at your sides as he moves slowly, face hovering centimeters over yours. 

“Breathe for me.” He pulls out a little, and you let go of a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. He tucks a kiss between your jaw and earlobe, pushing back into with as much caution as he can muster while his arms are steady beneath him, But his strength is giving way to the absolute need he has to go faster, and you urge him on by clutching your fingers a little tighter onto his arms. 

“P-please, Su…” He responds by increasing his pace incrementally, and you let out a stifled moan, trying your best not to be too loud as he fucks you senseless. 

“I want to hear you,” Suguru huffs, now moving his hips in a timely and pleasurable pace. “You can be as loud as you want with me.” 

That’s all the permission you need. 

“Ah! Oh- my- gosh-” Each thrust is accented by the noises you utter, and you find yourself close to the brink yet again, feeling sensations you hadn’t felt in such a long time. 

“Let me hear you,” Su urges again, murmuring in your ear and holding you close to his chest. “ I missed hearing that beautiful voice of yours.” 

“Feels… so good.” You can barely catch your breath as the thrusts speed up even more, and you feel Suguru tense up a little. “Cum with me, Su,” you plead, and he grunts once, teeth grazing your earlobe. Your arousal sounds like squelches of pleasure while his hips pop against the soft flesh of your ass cheeks, drowning out the sounds of anything else in the room while he drills into you. 

“Almost there…” His voice is wavering, you notice, and it sounds like he’s closer than he wants to let on, but you wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head back. The arch in your back is supported by one of Suguru’s large hands and you choke out a moan as your legs shake violently underneath him, your orgasm right at it’s crest. “Ohhhhhh, shit…” 

In a show of perfect timing, Suguru comes with you, both of you filling the air with exhales of ecstasy. Both of your ejaculate mixes together in your core, filling it with a warm sensation as you come down from your high, holding each other while you catch your breath. 

“Are you going to change your little hypothesis, or will I have to show you more evidence?” Suguru finally asks, and you laugh gently. 

“I think I need a few more trials before I can amend my hypothesis.” He sits up a little, eyeing you mischievously through his lashes.

“Then, let’s get to it, Ms. Scientist.”

#geto x reader #jjk geto #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen getou #getou x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen

[juicifeur]

Turned

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 link

Synopsis: You had a life once, you weren’t entirely happy but it was a normal life nonetheless. But it all changed when a turf war began between two families that occupied the area around Lawrence, Kansas. An attack leaves you injured and thrown into a world you never thought existed. And into the arms of someone that you never thought you’d find.

(Eventual) Alpha!Sam x Reader

A/N: Hey remember that time I said I would get this done? Yeah me either

Word Count: 2.2k

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Unconsciousness began to loosen its cold grip on your arms, and you opened your eyes. Sweat clung to your skin, your hair was plastered to the back of your neck, but you were alive. As your body woke, your core temperature began to rise once again, not any longer in the peaceful realm of sleep.

The sheets underneath you were soft but worn. And for a split second, you thought it had all been a vivid dream, some fever-induced thing.

You moved your fingers gently. Then you turned your head to the side, feeling the texture of the pillowcase on your cheek. Everything had a musty smell. This wasn’t your room.

You sat upright, and the sudden jolt caused your body to erupt in all sorts of aches and pains. You held your side, groaning softly.

Your eyes trailed slowly around you. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary other than the fact that you were somewhere you didn’t recognize.

Your heartbeat began to quicken in your chest. Bruises riddled your legs, there was a heavy bandage taped to your neck, and your leg felt like it was being hit with a hammer. Right, you remembered, it was broken. You broke it last night, running away from that thing.

Your lungs began to work overtime, bringing in panicked breaths of air as your brain went over anything you could remember.

Driving to Denver, you didn’t even make it that far. Someone ran on the road. You crashed your car. The woods, running, the attack, a severed head rolling into the blackness, someone had helped you. You were still alive.

You looked down over your body and you realized were in a large grey t-shirt. It wasn’t yours, but it clung to your body with a thin sheen of sweat, making the intoxicating smell of it impossible to escape. You had a fever. Your hair stuck to the moisture on the back of your neck. You looked around and saw a pile of clothes, your clothes, sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. They were stained, dark red splotches covering them. How the hell did you get into this shirt?

There was a glass of water on the nightstand beside you and you grabbed it, drinking like you hadn’t in days. The cold liquid slid down your throat, but it didn’t seem to help the feeling of overheating. There was a mirror bolted to the wall in the opposite corner to your clothes, under it, a sink. What you wouldn’t give to just wash your face right now... You held the cool glass in your hand and a waft of air drifted in under the closed door at the end of the bed.

It wasn’t the clothes. It smelled like food, it smelled like meat. Your stomach ached and gurgled softly. Oh god, you were starving.

When you tried to swing your legs over the side of the bed, from under the thin sheet that covered you, you discovered your ankle, the good one, was handcuffed to the foot of the bed. You fell onto the hard floor elbows first, one foot half on the bed. The glass shattered on the floor, a piece lodging itself in your palm as you landed. You hissed softly, as blood pooled around the shard. You sat there for a moment, foot in the air, wondering what to do next.

Someone, somewhere, must have heard the commotion, because you heard footsteps; they seemed far away. But they were getting closer.

A click came from the door, it had been locked. To keep you in? Then a head poked in. It was the man with short hair and green eyes. His name was Dean, you remembered that. He looked at you, sitting on the floor as the cuff dug into the skin of your ankle. He saw the glass and he understood what must have happened.

   “Here, let me help you.” He stepped into the room reluctantly, keeping his eyes on you the whole time as he bent down and began to brush the glass into a little pile. He pulled the piece out of your hand too and you wiped the blood on the shirt you wore. He seemed nervous. But you just stared at him, a furrow in your brow, wondering what to say. Good morning? He spoke first.

   “Sleep okay?” He glanced up at you as he scooped the pile into the trash bin carefully with his hands. All you could think to do was nod. He nodded back.

    “I’m sorry about that,” He looked at the handcuffs attaching you to the wooden bed frame.

   “It’s just for safety.” He said softly. He gave you a look that was probably meant to be comforting, but it was just irritating. He helped you back up onto the bed and he seemed to look at the gauze on your neck, and the other injuries you’d sustained.

   “Please tell me what’s going on.” You pleaded as his hands left you. Your blood was buzzing in your ears, your body was on fire and you thought you could smell something on him. It was almost sweet, but it smelled different than sweat.

Fear.

He took a step back as you reached for him.

   “I won’t tell anyone what happened to me, I promise. I just want to go home. Let me go home.” This time you weren’t asking, terror and speculation began to run around your mind. What was this? Some kind of trafficking? Organized crime? Mafia?

   “I can’t let you leave, Y/N.” He said, heading for the door. You didn’t remember telling him your name.

He gave you an apologetic look before he closed the door behind him, it locked. And you were alone again.

   “Someone help!” You screamed, frantically yanking at the cuff that bound you, but no one came. You began to panic. Your breath came out in short puffs and sweat ran down your neck, soaking into the already damp shirt you wore.

Your fingers dug into the mattress, you felt like a caged animal, looking for a way out. The window was barred, the door was locked.

With your body temperature climbing, it felt like you were stuck in that room for hours, shaking.

A fit of anger that you had never felt before bubbled up inside you as you waited. Air came out of your nose, hot and heavy and a snarl echoed deep in your throat as rage filled your chest. Your muscles tensed and then there was the sound of wood being torn apart, splintering and hitting the ground. The cuffs were still there, but you had pulled it through the bedpost. You stared.

It must have just been the adrenaline. It could easily still be in your system.

Slowly, you stood up, cold concrete chilling your toes and you padded over to the sink to splash cold water on your face. The tingling sensation in your blood had gotten worse. Like you’d fallen asleep and the circulation had been cut off to all four of your limbs. You braced both hands on the sides of the cold porcelain and your head dropped between your shoulders, your muscles aching.

When you looked up, what you saw in the mirror made your heart lurch.

Your eyes. They were different. They had a glowing quality to them. They looked yellow almost. Your gaze drifted to the bandage on your neck. You remembered being bitten, twice but by different people...creatures. Now that you saw yourself, you thought you remembered the glass from the car crash spraying across your face. But there weren’t any cuts. Before thinking, your fist rammed straight into the centre of the mirror, sending spider-web cracks cascading across the surface of the glass. You backed into the corner slowly and sank down into a ball, your hands weaving up into your hair as the throbbing got louder and louder.

This can’t be happening to me. I must have finally cracked. I’m probably just up in the psych ward suffering from hallucinations.

Logic didn’t seem to be on your side today though. You began to get hysterical. You cried, fearful of what was going on, where you were, what you were feeling. You were scared. Tears stained your cheeks and dripped onto the front of your shirt, mingling with the sweat.

You were losing your mind, you were sure of it.

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Your jaw ached, but thinking of that just reminded you that your whole body ached and burned. It was like you had your braces put on all over again like your teeth and bones and cells were all shifting. 

Footsteps echoed loudly outside of the room, and you weren’t sure how long or if you’d actually been asleep, but you sat up, and at least the fever had passed. You heard voices clearly.

   “...newly turned...”

   “...Can’t leave...”

   “What should we tell the others?”

   “No one’s seen Sam yet..” 

   “Probably for the best, John won’t be happy.”

You heard other things too. Heartbeats, a deer outside a mile away, water running through the pipes underneath the floorboards. The floor creaked as your two guests shifted outside the door and you heard the lock click, your fists held the sheets tight.

The same man from last night walked in with Dean. He smiled softly at you. 

   “Hi there, Y/N. My name is Cass.” He pulled a stool behind him and set it next to the bed, he sat. You stared. Dean closed the door behind him like he was supposed to be the bodyguard. He locked it. 

Cass took a deep breath and then locked eyes with you.

   “I’m sorry for that rude awakening a few days ago, we took the cuffs off you-”

   “D-days? You just said days...” You began to feel the shockwave go over you again. Cass sighed and glanced back at Dean. He anticipated all the questions you must have. This would take a long time.

   “The change is painful for everyone, not all who get bitten survive. I was actually quite sure that you wouldn’t.” His brow furrowed softly.

   “I suppose you have questions.”

   “No fucking shit.” You growled, feeling your anger bubbling up again. Dean scoffed. It smelled different in the room today. Natural human scents times twenty. You could smell both of them, together and apart. Dean’s scent was stronger than Cass’ was, although you didn’t know why. But either way, they both smelled strongly of man.

   “I need some answers right now or I’m getting up and leaving.” You huffed at both of them, trying to keep your voice from shaking. You clearly meant it but that didn’t mean that they would listen.

   “It’s like I told you when you woke up the first time, Y/N. You can’t leave. You gotta live here now, and we can explain everything but you have to calm down-” 

   “Tell me what’s going on!” You screamed and crossed the room in seconds before your brain even registered what you were even thinking of doing. You pinned Dean to the wall by his throat.

Claws began to dig into his flesh and you watched the fear grow in his eyes as he began to struggle. 

   “You have to- to listen to me, Y/N.” Dean gasped his calloused hand reaching up and grabbing your wrist.

   “You’re not like you used to be.” Your arm shook with adrenaline as you tightened your grip and Cass tried to pry you away, his fingers digging into your skin.

The only word you could think of to describe it was powerful. You felt like you could take on the greatest MMA fighters in the country without making much of an effort. Unfortunately for the men trying to fight against you, that theory looked likely to be proven.

Suddenly the door burst open, flying off the frame, spraying the room with wood splinters, revealing a man that you didn’t recognize, but you felt Dean and Cass instantly freeze and stop fighting.

The new man glared at all three of you, and instinct told you to keep your head down and let go. The boys backed away from you as the man, larger and older than both of the others stepped towards you, flanked by two others you hadn’t met yet. But they looked oddly familiar.

His steps were heavy and intimidating on the hardwood floor covered in glass pieces and wood. His boots crunched, and he walked right up to Dean.

   “Dad, listen-” Dean was cut off by a sudden, and hard, smack to the side of the face.

   “I leave for three days. Three days you can’t be left alone and not fuck up. Do you know the effort I’ve had to go through in the past twelve hours to cover up your mess? To get rid of that body you left behind?”

Dean didn’t speak, he kept his eyes down, and at this point, you thought it was a good idea for you to do the same. You felt eyes pierce you, and give you a once over.

   “I’m John Winchester. I’m in charge here. Anything you do, I hear about. Got it?” He glared down at you and you finally lifted your eyes, meeting his with a fiery stare. Dean and Cass were silent now, watching the dangerous exchange. 

   “You better learn to take orders quickly, or you won't last long in this pecking order, sweetheart.” John turned quickly out and down the hall. He gestured for you to follow.

You hadn’t taken orders since your first job after high school, and you weren’t about to start now.

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Still Into You: Bakugou x Reader

"Can't count the years on one hand that we've been together.

I need the other one to hold you"

You and Bakugou had been dating since you two were 2nd years high school students. You happily hummed to yourself as the both of you walked hand in hand down the busy sidewalk. "Heyy~ Bakugou our anniversary is coming up in 2 months~~", you singsonged to him. "Yeah, yeah", rolling his eyes with a half smile. "Its kind of early to be worried about that weirdo. Anyway, how long have I been putting up with you again Y/N?", he grinned down at you. There went those damn butterflies in your stomach. You would think those would go away after a few months of dating but they still came back every so often. Especially when he smiled or showed his softer side. You tapped your chin and held up you freehand wiggly all 5 fingers, "This many". Bakugou stopped mid stride and glared at you. Now he found alot of things not worth wasting his brain cells on but knowing how many years you two had been dating was not a waste of him knowing. "I think you're forgetting a year Y/N". You giggled and said, "Nope! But my other hand is busy holding yours". You tapped your pinky finger on his knuckle, "There, six!".

"But when our fingers interlock, can't deny, can't deny, you're the worth it

'Cause after all this time

I should be over all the butterflies but I'm into you, I'm into you

You two had your share of fights in the past. The boy was a walking grenade. And you didn't take any shit. Usually they were drawn out by your stubbornness or his pride. But everytime one of you would come to you senses and try to rectify the situation. After one fight Bakugou slinked into bed next to you and grabbed your hand. He interlaced his fingers with your and pressed your hand to his forehead. "Y/N....I'm sorry...I shouldn't have blown up on you like that....you're my everything." And there they were again making your stomach light.

I'm still into you"

"And even baby our worst nights

I'm into you, I'm into you"

It was night before you and Bakugou's anniversary and he had just dropped the bomb that his agency was making him work the next night. "WHAT? I THOUGHT YOU REQUESTED TOMORROW OFF?!", you questioned him. Bakugou only winced at your raised voice and averted his eyes. "I'm sorry Y/N I can't just work though". You groaned, "Yaknow we haven't actually properly celebrated our anniversary for 3 years". It was true, you and Bakugou hadn't actually gone out to celebrate your relationship since he started at his agency and not to mention you barely saw him the past 3 weeks expect for at 2 a.m. through sleepy eyes when he flopped into bed after overtime. You were starting to feel neglected. It even crossed your mind that he just wasn't as interested in you as he use to be at one point. "I just want you home", you muttered. "Look y/n I sorry but I can't do anything about it", he said rubbing his temple. "You never do anything about it...". Bakugou knitted his brows together, "What?" "You never fight it! The only time is see you nowadays is when I wake up early in the morning for work! You're not even awake! We've barely talked to eachother lately because of all your damned over time!!" "FUCKING DAMN IT Y/N! I'VE BEEN WORKING MY ASS OFF FOR A FUCKING REASON!" You clenched your fist and fought back tears as he roared at you. You turned on your heel and B-lined toward the bedroom. You didnt feel like crying in front of him. "Whatever Katsuki", you hissed and slammed the door. Bakugou's heart ached at how bitterly you used his name. "Fuck...". He trudged over to his coat, pulled out his cellphone and dialed his long time friend Kirishima. After telling Kiri what had just transpired l, all his friend left him with was, "Well it sounds like now or never man...you better do everything to keep her. Took you too long to get her!". Yeah, it took Katsuki a while before he would admit to liking you much less getting to asking you out. You didn't go to U.A. and weren't planning on becoming a hero but, you still caught his eye. Everytime he saw you at the cafe or in the arcade he had butterflies in the pit of his stomach and even now when he heard you laugh, hum or just catch the sunlight the right way they would come back full force. Bakugou reached down and shifted things around until his hand brushed up against a small velvet box. Pulling it out he whispered, "It's now or never".

"Let 'em wonder how we got this far,

'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all

Yeah, after all this time

I'm still into you"

The next day, you sat with Uraraka and Asui at a cafe to play catch up. You two may how not gone to the same school together but you three had made fast friends as you frequented the same bookstore quite often. "What's wrong y/n? you look pretty down today, ribbit". "Yeah" Uraraka interjected but paused, "What did Bakugou do...". You flinched and looked up at the sheepishly from your latte. Your eyes were still a bit puffy from crying the night before. You sighed, "We....we had a fight last night. I was just made that he wasn't home alot recently. But I didnt want it to escalate the way it did". Asui tapped her chin, "Maybe he had a good reason as to why? I can't imagine him not having one. He's been hellbent on you ever since high school". "A good rea-", you were caught off by your phone vibrating and lighting up with a txt notification from Bakugou. "Y/N, I know you are still upset with me but please let me make it up to you. Be ready to go out by 6❤". You blinked hard at your phone, you weren't sure what was more confusing a text this early from Bakugou or the fact he used a heart emoji. Uraraka leaned in to peak at your phone and beamed, "WELL LOOKS LIKE YOU GOT YOUR WISH!"

You heard the front door open at 5:50 PM as you finished getting ready. There was a knock on the bedroom door and Bakugou appeared in the frame. He was wearing black slacks and loafers with a white dress shirt and a red tween blazer. His heart caught in his throat looking you over. Butterflies. Your dl/dc dress fight you perfectly. And your e/c orbs glowed. "I thought you couldn't get the day off!", you exclaimed wrapping his arms around his neck. He kissed your forehead, "I had to pull a few strings. Now let's go I made dinner reservations." After dinner Bakugou pulled you along to the park. The cherry blossoms were and full bloom and the sun was setting giving everything a beautiful glow. You two arrived at the base of a rather large cherry tree and stopped. You could recognize the carved lettering of the two of your initials in a heart in the bark. You brushed your fingers and against it and smiled. Remembering this is where Bakugou confessed to you. Bakugou stepped close to you and whispered your name. "Y/n...I know the past couple of weeks have been difficult. I know that you felt lonely", he bit his lip and reached in his pocket. "But I for sure know that every moment I've spent with you has counted towards the greatest moments of my life", he said getting down on one knee taking your hand. Your stomach started flapping and a blush enveloped your cheeks as your eyes grew wide, small tears forming in the corners. "I'm just as much in love with you now as I was years ago, if not even more. I can't even stomach the thought of you not being by my side. So y/n l/n", he flicked the box open releasing a dazzling ring with rubies as intense red as his eyes around the band, "Will you marry me?". You dropped to your knees and wrapped your arms tightly around him and sobbed, "Yes, Katsuki! A millions times yes!!". He slipped the ring over you finger and pulled you into a deep kiss.

"I'm still into you"

Author's note: I've been listening to this song on repeat for several days. And soft Bakugou is one of my favorite Bakugous. I hope I did them both a bit of justice 💜💜. Ignore the typos if any.

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Wish for a peaceful night [3] - N.P.

A/N: heyo part 4 (WHICH IS THE FINAL) is up in a week from now! i hope you’ll like this 

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part 1 [2] [4]

shoutout again to @psychospeak-blog for proofreading and aiding me whenever i doubt myself

“hey, i’m sorry about what i said. can we meet and talk it out?”  When you first read it you thought it was Tom, but the name above the message started with ‘N’. You didn’t want to see him, not now. Not when you knew he was right, when Tom was starting to prove it. The feeling in your chest was one quite unfamiliar to you, it sickened you. You felt fragile, weak. Vulnerable, even. If you met Nolan you just might end up trying to kiss him at this point. You didn’t answer.

The day was spent trying to occupy yourself. You did all your errands, filled your entire fridge and managed to call all your friends and family back home. All you wanted was to go away for a while, go home. You needed a break from Philadelphia, from the people and the drama. A break from your current life. But that was still a few more days away, so you went to sleep early, and woke up to yet another text.

“Can we meet today? We have to talk” Tom was always short with texts. Sometimes he even used punctuation, but you’d just gotten used to it. However, that meant his texts were impossible to read emotion from. He was right though, you did have to talk. If it meant ending it all, or giving it another go, you didn’t know. All you knew at this point is confusion, but maybe that’s all you have to tell him.

“Coffeeshop on 4th?”  He answered pretty quickly and you made plans for two hours lately, the two longest hours of your life perhaps. You arrived five minutes early, ordering your coffee along with his usual and then sitting down. Two minutes later Tom walked through the door, a hood over his head. He walked up to you slowly with hands in his pockets, you could see a faint smile on his face as he took a seat. It wasn’t a very happy smile, but a friendly one nonetheless.

You sat in silence for a minute. It wasn’t awkward, but then again it wasn’t pleasant. “I know you didn’t cheat” he finally broke the silence. You looked up and met his sorry eyes, nodding your head ever so slightly to confirm. “I know you wouldn’t, and I’m sorry” you didn’t think it would be this easy to solve your issues. While one part of you kind of liked the familiarity of your boyfriend, another part hoped for an easy break-up. It would probably be most fair to just tell him something along the lines of that. But how do you do that, without breaking his heart along the way?

“I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, but I do still think I have the right to be concerned” he spoke as he fiddled with a napkin. “Thanks for the coffee, by the way” he smiled, amused by his own statement. You laughed at his half-hearted attempt at lightening the mood. “I have to be honest, Tom” you said, coughing lightly before continuing. “You deserve that, even if it means you’ll hate me”

“I know you like him” he interrupted you. Your eyes widened in surprise, his expression was the exact same though. He looked a little amused, still. “You’ve always liked him, and he’s always liked you. Everyone knows that, me too” your boyfriend took a sip from his coffee. He looked carefree as he spoke, even though the subject was his own girlfriends crush.

“I guess a part of me thought I could change that, but I can’t. I’m right though, aren’t I?” he asked. You felt yourself nodding along ever so slightly, still so careful to hurt him.

“Listen, Tom” you tried to explain yourself, maybe ease the pain. But he beat you to it again. “No, it’s okay. I know you didn’t mean for me to get caught up in all this, you’re not someone who’ll willingly hurt people” he looked into your eyes and the smile he gave you was genuine. “But it’s not fair to either one of us if we keep going like this”

After that you hugged each other goodbye, happy things didn’t end in a big tussle. And just like that, it was over.

You sat in your car for twenty minutes without moving an inch, just thinking about these last couple of days. Everything had been fine, until that night with Nolan. Sure, you and Tom would’ve broken up eventually, but things were still fine before that. Maybe it really was for the best though. You couldn’t see a future with Tom, you never pictured the two of you walking down the aisle or having children. Staying together would’ve been wasting time for the both of you.

When you finally came home you allowed yourself the luxury of a long shower, before trying to get some studying done. It was surprisingly easy to focus, considering everything else in your life. But maybe everything else being too much to think about made the studying a little easier on your brain. It wasn’t until four hours later that you decided you were done for the day. You picked up your phone to scroll through some social media, but something else caught your sight.

“i know you’re angry and you have the right to be, just please let me apologize” “ill get you chocolate and ice cream for a year” If he only knew how hard this was for you. These are the things that make it so easy to fall for Nolan, but he would never be yours. That had been clear for years. In the past you’d had to deal with him having a girlfriend, trying to get over him while watching him with someone else. You weren’t going to put yourself in a position like that again.

“I need some space, trying to figure shit out. we’re good though, dont worry” You quickly sent the text and turned off your phone, not wanting to see the response. A few hours later you turned it on to set the alarm for the next morning, only to have your heart expand about ten sizes. “take your time, i love you babe”

“I repeat, United Airlines flight 2408 has been cancelled”. Timing could not be any worse. You’d been sitting at the airport for four hours, hoping your delayed flight would be boarded soon. But no, you did not have that kind of luck. You could cry, honestly. It was the 23rd, two days ‘til christmas. And you were stuck in Philly, with no family by your side. To say that the holidays were going to suck this year was a wild understatement.

People were lining up to yell at whoever was unfortunate to be working at this hour, as if they could snap their fingers and make the snowstorm disappear. You sat in your seat for probably half an hour, just wondering what the hell you were going to do now. Your thoughts were interrupted however, as a familiar face was shown on the TV in the sportsbar in front of you. It was third period, three minutes to go. The Avs 4-3 lead was gone, thanks to Nols. It was through the legs, like highlight reel for years to come. The no-goal streak was gone, as well. But you still couldn’t quite bring yourself to feel joyful. The feeling was more… empty. Like you couldn’t actually feel. You weren’t sad, it felt more hopeless. Nothing in your life seemed to be going your way. You felt yourself stand up, your feet moving forward towards the bar. A beer or two won’t hurt anyone, you figured.

An hour later Claude had scored in overtime and the game was long over, you were still sat at the bar though. Time was now spent counting how many men would give you attention, the woman drinking alone, and so far it was five. Three of them had gotten angry when told you weren’t interested.

You hadn’t had more than two beers though, getting drunk on your own seemed a little too sad. Your thoughts were interrupted though as your phone lit up, the name “Nolan” was displayed. Something inside was telling you to let it ring until it fell silent, but something else was screaming at you to let him in already. And you can’t hear someone talking while someone else is screaming.

“Hey, congratz” you said softly once you’d answered.

“You need someone to pick you up from the airport?” he sounded more concerned than happy, surprisingly. You’d think he’d be over the moon, that was probably the best goal of his career.

“Can you?” you asked, feeling a little guilt build up. You had been pushing him away, yet he still came to help even in the slightest of needs. “I’m already on my way”.

It had been years since you were this nervous to see him. He was your best friend, after all. The one you could count on in thick and thin, and here you were planning out conversations in your head, making sure you don’t fuck up. You’d agreed to meet in the parking garage, figuring that’d be an easier spot to easily get in and out of instead of standing in line with everyone else at the regular pickup spot. His car drove up by you slowly and he got out immediately, wrapping you in his arms.

“I’m still sorry”, he said quietly. For a few seconds you were too caught up in his scent to comprehend what he was hinting at, but then your one or two brain cells managed to put the pieces together.

“Nolan, I forgave you for that. It’s alright” you said. He let you go, much to your dismay. “I still shouldn’t have said it. If you want to be with Tom then I should be supportive of your decision” he didn’t look you in the eyes, but you still knew he meant what he said.

“About that… you were right”. He looked at you confused. “You were right about Tom, about me and Tom, or maybe everything” you confessed. His facial expression turned more into clarity, then surprise. “What are you saying?” he asked.

You scratched your neck and picked up your bag, moving towards the trunk of Nolans car. “We broke up” you stated, now looking back at him. Nolan took the bag from your hands while you opened the trunk, and then tossed it in.

“I’m sorry” he said, eyes once again not meeting yours. You could tell he wanted to smile, but he didn’t. You both got into the car, and he looked over at you again.

“You should be doing whatever makes you happy” he was almost whispering as he spoke. “If that means not giving a shit about my opinion or anyone else’s, so be it. Just do what makes you happy” he said. You smiled at him and leaned in to peck his cheek, knowing maybe you shouldn’t. But you really couldn’t help yourself.

Nolan started the car and drove off, but soon enough you were stuck in traffic with everyone else trying to escape the airport.

“So… christmas with the boys then, eh?” he gave you a crooked grin and looked over at you. You gave him a surprised look back, so far you hadn’t even began to think about how the upcoming days would be spent. But spending them with Nolan seemed much better than with anyone else in Philly. You weren’t even sure if you had any other choice, it was probably Nolan or all alone, on christmas.

“I’m invited?” you asked, smiling back at him.

“Of course you are, think I’d leave you all alone?” he answered.

Christmas music was playing on the radio, another song about how someone was going to be home for christmas. Nolan started singing along, clearly trying to make you feel better.

“I know Philly isn’t really home, but it could be. We could make it home” he murmured. It probably wasn’t intended to sound like it did, because he didn’t seem to think it was a weird thing to say. Yet, in your ears it sounded quite magical.

“Thanks, Nols” you said, leaning into his arm.

You usually hated lines, traffic and anything that made you have to wait. But you could’ve been in that car forever, as long as you were with him. You weren’t even really talking a lot, most of the time you just listened to the music. The stars were bright and trees were spread out on the sides of the road, it was romantic as hell.

Before you even realized it, it was 1AM. You felt yourself dozing off and the next time your eyes opened it was when someone opened your door beside you. You quickly turned and squinted at the figure outside of the car.

“Oh, you’re awake” Nolan said. “I was thinking about carrying sleeping beauty inside but this is easier I guess” he joked and went back to get your bag. When you looked around at your surroundings you realized you were in Nolan’s garage. “So, it’s almost 2AM and tomorrow is christmas eve, or today is actually” he started explaining when he noticed your confused expression. “And we’re spending christmas together, so I figured you could stay here. I mean if you want I can take you home, but I didn’t want to wake you, so…”

“No, no. It’s alright. It’ll be fun!” You interrupted him, walking towards the elevator. “It’s not like we haven’t slept in the same bed before”

“And who doesn’t like cuddling on christmas?” Nolan joked, grinning to himself. You tried your best not to blush, but failed.

He wasn’t holding you when you woke the next morning, actually he wasn’t even in bed. A sweet smell filled your nostrils however, meaning you were in for a great breakfast. You had borrowed a shirt from him again, but slept in your panties this time. They were hipsters, so you figured they probably covered more than all your bikinis even. Nolan hadn’t seemed to be thinking the same though. The second you walked into the room in his shirt and just panties you could tell he didn’t know where to look, what to focus on. When you’d gotten in bed he’d immediately swept you in his arms, though. And the feeling was still there, two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly. You remember him whispering “Merry christmas eve” in your ear before you’d both dozed off into deep slumber.

You stretched out with a groan and sat up, swinging your legs off the side of the bed. The air was chilly, so you took a quick look around the room and saw a hoodie laying on a chair. It fit you like a dress, so you figured you could go without pants for now.

When you entered the kitchen Nolan was piling waffles onto a plate and placed it on the island. When he turned, all motions stopped, his eyes glued to you. “What? Nolan is everything alright?” you asked. He looked shocked, but with those rosy cheeks again.

He shook his head suddenly and turned to the waffle iron, pouring more batter in there. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry” he spoke, back turned to you. “I’m just tired, I guess”

You went around the kitchen island and sat down, facing him. He was still blushing, but glanced up at you now with a slight smile. His eyes landed on the number ‘19’ on your chest, next to the flyers logo.

“So, you in the mood for christmas music?” you asked, turning on the speaker. “Of course” Nolan answered. He pushed a plate towards you while you tried to get the bluetooth working. Soon enough, WHAM was heard throughout the complex. You looked at the waffles in front of you and smiled, but you didn’t touch them.

“Something wrong?” he asked, motioning towards the food. “No, I just think we should eat together, I can wait” you answered.

“It’s gonna get cold” he explained, laughing slightly. “I can eat cold waffles”

Nolan kept looking over at you throughout breakfast, sneaking glances and smiling all the time. He didn’t say anything, but it made you feel all giddy inside. You kept stealing strawberries from his plate, while he took blueberries from yours in return.

“So I was thinking maybe we could go by my place so I can get some things?” you said as you were putting the dishes away. You really just wanted to pick up the gift you got for him a while back.

“Yeah, sure” he answered. “Or actually can I drop you off? I have to go pick something up at the rink but I’ll be back right after”

You nodded and went to get changed. Your luggage was packed with everything you’d need for a whole two weeks forward, so it was more than enough for a few days. Nolan entered the bedroom when you were sat on the floor in front of his mirror, doing your makeup. He took a quick look at you before grabbing some clothes of his own. You watched him in the mirror as he took his shirt off, his back muscles looked better than you could ever imagine. You didn’t even realize as he turned that he might see you looking, until your eyes met in the mirror. He was grinning and you could see your cheeks turning red, but he didn’t mention it. Instead he passed you by and went into the bathroom, when he came out he was wearing jeans and a hoodie.

“What’s that?” he asked, sitting down next to you. Nolan was pointing at the beautyblender in your hand. “It’s a make-up sponge” you answered. He looked confused as you applied powder with it. “You use it to apply make-up, like foundation, setting powder and that stuff” you explained. He nodded along, but you guessed he still didn’t really get it.

He sat there watching you for the entire time, every now and then asking questions or commenting when he thought something was pretty.

“Are you using eye-shadows?” he asked, a slight grin on his face. “I don’t know, why?” you asked, a little confused.

“If you do, can I pick one out?” he asked, earning a laugh from you. You took out a palette and opened it for him. He took a few seconds to look at them all, then at you, and then back at them. Then he pointed to one. “That one, it matches your eyes” he said.

You could feel your heart melt at the look in his eyes, he seemed so happy to get to help you. You smiled at him and applied the shade carefully in the crease, leaving it like that.

#nolan patrick #nolan patrick imagine #flyers #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #wish for a peaceful night #xmas special #christmas

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Stuff I know about diabetes mellitus... here goes...

I was only diagnosed with (type 1) diabetes last year, at age 24.  This meant I had to learn a whole new bunch of information.

As someone who loves yummy sweet things, the realization that there was almost no chance of me not having diabetes was obviously shocking, but more importantly it brought many thoughts to my mind.  Two that I want to identify are:

“No!  I can’t have diabetes!  That means no more yummy things!  My life is over!”

“So this is my punishment for my lack of self-control when it comes to sweet things.  Truly I live a life of regret.”

Those thoughts reflected my ignorance as someone who had not lived as a diabetic until that point.  Having had recently asked my father about diabetes, he had explained to me something about prediabetes, but most explanations were really difficult for me to grasp because, well, I’m kind of an idiot.

First I had to learn what diabetes even is and about the different types.

Since people commonly associate diabetes with a sugar overdose, I guess I can start with that.  Our bodies need energy to function and we get that energy (calories) from food.  That energy comes in three (3) categories:

carbohydrates - these are the sugary ones, can also be starchy/bready like in bread, noodles, or potatoes

proteins - you need these for muscles, that’s all I know, and you get ‘em from animal products but also from nuts and beans and I think soy, too

lipids - fat... need I say more?

The form in question here is carbohydrate.  I think this is the one that you want to have be your primary energy source, but I could be wrong.  I’m not well-versed regarding the details because I’m not a chemistry, but things happen in your body so now they call it glucose or something for some reason, and it’s hanging out in your blood vessels now, riding your blood cells like they’re some kind of vehicle.  In some situations, you can use it just like that, so like your brain will use the glucose that’s flowing through your blood as energy.

But I guess most other cells need permission to grab some from the bloodstream.  Enter insulin, a hormone.  You can think of hormones as orders, messages, or signals of the chemical variety.  Insulin is a hormone, or message, that tells your body’s cells to vore that glucose that’s riding your blood.  If there’s no insulin, your cells think, “Uh, what do I do...?”

And sometimes the cells get hard of hearing because they’re so desensitized to the message, kind of like how you’ll go deaf from too much loud noise, but I think a The Boy Who Cried Wolf analogy is also apt here.  But anyway, in that case, you need to make your message even louder, meaning you need to send more insulin for it to be received.  How much insulin you need to send in order for the message to go through is called insulin sensitivity, I think.

Where does insulin come from, though?  The pancreas, or as I like to call it, the panc.  You’ve got cells in your panc that have one job: to make insulin.  I always forget the details for this one, but I think they’re called beta cells or something along those lines.  So insulin comes from beta broadcasters in the panc.

Okay, back to sugary blood.  The concentration of glucose in your blood is called your blood sugar or blood glucose level.  When you’ve got too much hanging out in your blood, it’s called hyperglycemia and when you don’t have enough, it’s called hypoglycemia.  Hyper- means high, hypo- means low.  What idiot decided to make these antonymous prefixes sound so similar?

Diabetes is discovered when you have a high blood sugar, so hyperglycemia.  The reason or cause of this hyperglycemia can vary and here is where we get into the different types of diabetes mellitus:

Type 1 diabetes, also called juvenile diabetes because it’s usually discovered at younger ages, is characterized by a lack of insulin being produced, or insulin deficiency.  I think this one was discovered first and that’s why it’s called type 1.  This is usually an autoimmune disease, which is what they call it when your immune system attacks its own body that it is supposed to be protecting.  Yeah, it decides to set up a police state and commit genocide on your betas in your panc because, so they believe, your autoimmune police state has deemed your beta cells to be looking a little too similar to those virus invaders from a little while back.  I have this one.

Type 2 diabetes is when your panc’s okay but your cells have become insulin resistant, forcing your panc’s betas to work overtime.  This is the one you can get from eating too many sweets, but there are other risk factors including genetics and I personally don’t think it’s okay to shame people for it.  The effects can be reversed through hard work and dedication.  This is because insulin resistance can be changed depending on your lifestyle.  Exercise, for example, can increase insulin sensitivity.  Type 2 can change into type 1 but type 1 can’t change into type 2.  It’s like a Pokémon.

Gestational diabetes, as the name suggests, happens during pregnancy.  Maybe it’s because hormones get really weird during that process, maybe, so they think.  I like to think of that as being similar to a really busy period where everything's hectic and so there’s bound to be miscommunication or confusion here and there.  I think it goes away after you pop the baby out.  I don’t know much more about this one.

Treatments for these involve shooting up insulin or taking medications to stimulate your panc or something, as well as making certain lifestyle changes such as exercising more.  Checking blood glucose levels frequently is also necessary for monitoring.  Some people shank their fingers and bleed on a machine, others have a sensor implanted.  I wonder if using period blood will give an accurate blood sugar reading.

Type 2, I think, is supposed to take super ultra concentrated insulin since people who have type 2 can have a really high insulin resistance and can’t exactly afford to have a storage room for tubs and tanks of insulin.  Type 2 is the one with dietary restrictions, as they want to avoid increasing their insulin resistance.

Gestational also requires insulin injection as well as dietary changes, maybe.

Type 1 only has the option of taking insulin from an external source, be it through a pump or injection.  You can think of a pump as an external electronic panc and for some reason you can’t plug it into the wall to charge it like a laptop.  But, my fellow type 1 diabetics, don’t throw out your internal panc, for it still carries out other vital functions.  Type 1 diabetes doesn’t come with any dietary restrictions, but rather food must be measured for carbohydrate content and insulin is taken accordingly.

Because insulin is being externally regulated, there’s a risk of making a mistake and taking too much insulin, resulting in hypoglycemia, or insulin shock as it’s called in this sort of instance.

Um, okay, I think there’s more but I’ve been typing this out for hours so I’m tired and if I save this as a draft to work on later it’ll only sit in my drafts to collect cyber dust so I’m just going to post it.  But yeah, that’s basically most of what I’ve learned about diabetes.

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THE ENHANCED

  Part 3! | Part 2

          Elliot had come and gone, recording Issac’s first temperature, blood pressure, pulse, and respiratory rate. Physically, he looked closer related to Chris than he did to either Hailey or Issac, but had jet black hair and a more burly body build. Food had been offered, and ultimately left in the room for Issac when he turned it down. He may have never eaten before, but he just didn’t have an appetite. Too much was going on; thoughts constantly swam and wrestled for the forefront of his attention, giving him a grueling headache and intense dizziness. It almost felt like his brain was trying to make up for the lost 20 years of activity it should’ve gotten before being as developed as it was.

           The brown haired boy fell onto his back against his bed, puffing out a heavy exhale as he covered his eyes. He crinkled his nose in a small grimace at the throbbing pain that threatened to burst out his temples, his mind working overtime in a desperate attempt to file away all this new knowledge and experience. “…So is life always this ouch, or just at the start?”

           You mean ‘painful’, Hailey kept to herself as she looked over at him with pity; she’d been trying not to stare or ask too many questions, figuring he might be wanting to sort things out on his own for now. As much as she loved all of the enhanced for being the only family she’d ever had, whenever Gabriel had hovered over her in the beginning it was very overwhelming. She already had him in her mind for what few of his memories she retained, so to have him all up in her business physically, too… it was just too much to handle sometimes. And that was merely from bits and pieces: Issac had way more memories than she ever did back then, so he must be feeling that a thousand times over. “I don’t know,” she answered truthfully, swinging her legs over the edge of her own bed to face him. “Too many thoughts?”

           “Way too many.” Issac took another hefty inhale, feeling his chest swell up as it filled with air before he forcefully expelled it again.

           “Sorry,” Hailey spoke almost sheepishly, unable to help feeling at fault for his pain. But now she understood why Gabe had been so all-over-her back then: it can be very scary to see someone you assisted to bring into this world struggling when you know you can do something to help. “Try to think about one thing at a time. Remember when I hadn’t learned food etiquette yet and I grabbed two fistfuls of spaghetti and put them on my head, saying I looked like Gabe now?”

           This garnered a small snicker from Issac, and even if it was brief, Hailey was ecstatic that she was able to distract him from the overwhelming storm of voices. It was something that always made her smile, looking back.

           “That was so embarrassing once I learned better,” he laughed, before averting his eyes. “Before… you learned better, I mean.”

           “You learned from that too,” she consoled, sliding off her bed and crossing the room to flop beside him horizontally onto his.

           Issac closed his eyes, back to his somber state of confusion and overthinking. “I hope this doesn’t come off wrong, but it’s just hard,” the boy trailed off, wincing again like he had earlier. “Knowing everything about me isn’t… actually about me at all.”

           “I get that. I can relate my experiences to an extent, but it’s nothing you don’t already know. And honestly, that must suck.” Hailey turned her head to face him, a small amount of bittersweet sorrow painted across her features. “You’ll figure it out. You have the biggest problem-solving center in your frontal lobe out of all of us. Plus, you’re already starting to be yourself, not me.”

           He twisted his head as well, confused. “What do you mean?”

           “Well for starters, I would’ve never turned down a Chris-prese salad.” The girl smiled teasingly, leaping to her feet and taking the liberty to pop a slice of his untouched mozzarella into her mouth.

           Issac rolled his eyes in amusement at the sudden turn in conversation, sitting up now. “Take the whole thing. The vinaigrette has been stinking up the room anyways.”

           “Really?!” Hailey beamed at the offer, a small glint of mischief twinkling in her amber eyes. “I read about this off-handedly once in the Typical Human Behavior archive on our learning database, I think people call it… A middle of night snack? I’ve never had one before!!” She happily scooped up the plate and Issac’s fork, stabbing a Sycorax-grown grape tomato and popping it between her teeth. “This is so spontaneous and un-regulated!”

           The newborn chuckled, raising an eyebrow at her erratic behavior. “If I had known giving you the go-ahead to have it would make you that happy, I would’ve done it much earlier.”

           “It’s not just the salad,” she explained, pushing another small tomato around with the fork. “It’s the fact I’m doing this on my own behalf.”

           “Yeah,” Issac nodded very slowly, starting to understand. His shoulders sank as he kicked his feet in the air over the edge of his bed, deep in thought once more. “They really do kinda control everything around here, huh?”

           The tanned girl finished off his small portion, setting the dish on her small bedside table. “They also gave us everything,” she reminded him, wiping her hands on her gray pants. “Food, a place to live, knowledge, the best healthcare anyone could ask for, life,” She puckered her lips to one side, before meeting his eye contact. “This is the life we were born into, so no sense in being upset. Certainly could be worse, you know?”

           When he remained silent, Hailey sighed quietly to herself and stifled a yawn. “I think I’m going to head to bed. You should too, your first breakfast at the caf with the rest of us is at 8:30AM.” She climbed into her bed and stole one last peek at her brother, worried about how he would handle his first night, but well aware she’d done everything she could.

           “Goodnight,” he said softly, breaking his zone-out and offering a small reassuring smile, one that fell as soon as she turned out the lights and wished him a goodnight back. His pupils dilated to adjust to the lack of light as he stumbled around the foot of his bed to their shared bathroom and shut the door. Inside he turned on the dim room’s light, resting the heels of his hands on the corners of the sink and leaning some of his weight onto them. Issac stared long and hard at his reflection, this being the first time he’s really gotten a good look at it. He scanned every last detail of his face, taking in all the different curves and crevices the muscles made as he moved his jaw, twitched his nose, raised his eyebrows, anything. His skin was the same exact shade and undertone as Hailey’s, most likely due to all the common genetic data they were comprised of. His hair fell almost to his shoulders, and tickled the back of his neck whenever he moved his head. Tearing his gaze away from himself, Issac began to rummage through the drawers for a hair tie, remembering seeing them somewhere in here from Hailey’s upload. Finding a solid black one in the back-corner of one of them, he pulled his hair back into a tiny low pony just to keep it out of his face. His head was still over-congested with Lunch is at 12:30 every day the past tense of run is ran when introducing yourself to someone new the proper response is to shake their hand Sycorax is a biotechnology company investing in the future of this planet I like the lavender scented soap the best plant cells have stiff cell walls and large vacuoles that animal cells do not Chris is the oldest of any of us and Liv’s clear favorite Derek has been in quarantine for 3 days now due to his genetic makeup failing tomorrows dinner is pasta primavera the four main macromolecules are proteins carbohydrates nucleic acids and lipids bacterial cells don’t have a nucleus-

           Issac squeezed his eyes shut, trying to find any sort of silence in the screaming competition for attention within his mind. He shook his head violently in attempt to physically rid the thoughts, but only managed to let loose some stray hairs that had fallen out of his tie. Who are you? All you’ve ever known is Hailey, and you’re not her, he mentally told his pained reflection, who looked like it was cracking under the weight of a million burdens. How could you ever be someone else than what you are right now?

           The boy shoved the faucet’s handle on and frantically splashed the brisk water onto his face, dribbling it all over his shirt as well as he desperately tried to rip himself from this downward spiral into panic. The bitingly cold liquid seemed to kickstart his lungs again, which he hadn’t even realized weren’t working. Issac gasped in a deep breath of air, feeling how he did when he was ripped out of the growth pod all over again. His eyes refocusing from their hazy blur, he couldn’t help but notice soft red glow was pulsating from the nape of his neck, just on the inside of his collar. Issac pulled it out to its full stretching capacity, the confusion actually doing more good than harm as it provided him with something to focus his attention on. Panic button, he quickly assessed, and it was sending out a signal about his extremely elevated blood pressure and labored breathing, no doubt. Not wanting it to report this personal moment for all to see and possibly be in trouble with Ms. Amara, Issac nimbly slipped the shirt off his body and let it fall to the floor in a heap, the red alert dulling until it completely stopped- no longer attached to a body to sense emergency signals from

His chest still expanding and compressing heavily, the boy stole one last glance at himself before shutting off the bathroom light and climbing up into his bed. Even though he’d never experienced it before, Issac instinctively knew he was a creature of comfort, and sought it out by swaddling himself in the provided blankets. He forced himself to close his eyes and hoped as hard as he could that the thoughts would stay quiet just for this one calm moment. His muscles listened and soon relaxed as well, succumbing to the great exhaustion both mentally and physically he’d endured.

           Day one of being alive: Done. And Issac could only hope it would get easier from here.

#Sycorax AU #big hero 6 the series #city of monsters #liv amara #chirs sycorax #chrissistant #sycorax #bh6 the series #bh6ts #big hero 6 the series spoilers #bh6 the series spoilers #bh6 the series s2 #bh6 oc #oc issac #going with the enhanced as a title for now #the fake name of his file in their database wasnt cutting it

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Improve Memory Power

Tips and Exercises to Sharpen Your Mind and Boost Brainpower

A trip to the grocery store to pick up bread, milk, and eggs could turn into a two-trip ordeal because you forgot to get one of three items listed. Left your phone in the cab? Blanking on names? Or the movie you saw last weekend? Then you're not alone. Everyone loses track occasionally. It kind of feels like as we are ageing, our minds and memories just don't work like they used to. But is that really true, or are there ways to improve memory power? The fact of the matter is that certain aspects of brain function and memory capability are not necessarily linked to getting older. Lifestyle choices and whether or not we implement memory-boosting techniques in our day-to-day lives contribute to the overall health of our brains and our ability to remember both new and old information. So we got to wondering: Is it possible to counteract the memory decline that already seems to be taking place? How can we improve memory power?

Well, we discovered;

 13 Tricks and Mind-sharpening Strategies to Boost your Memory.

1. Get a Good Night Sleep –

A poor sleep takes a toll on everything, from your job performance to your daily chores, and especially your memory. Sleep is a key time for the brain to solidify the connections between neurons, thus helping us remember more of our tasks. Rule of thumb: Get 7-8 hours of sleep everyday. Even a short naps counts for memory. Experts are of the opinion that if you do only one thing to improve your memory, getting more sleep should be it. If you have trouble sleeping get to know How to Get Good Sleep Naturally and Foods That Help You Sleep Better  to get a sound sleep. Yes, this age-old remedy actually works.

2. Jog Your Memory –

Literally. Exercise increases your heart rate which gets blood flowing to your brain, thus keeping your memory sharp. In fact, brain boosting physical activities that require hand-eye coordination or complex motor skills are particularly beneficial for brain building. Running, swimming, biking - any form of exercise - for at least 30 minutes helps enlarge the hippocampus, which is regarded as the 'memory center of the brain'. If you don't have time for a full workout, squeeze in a 10-minute walk around the block in your schedule or a few jumping jacks. It's enough to reboot your brain.

3. Stay Focused and Quit Multitasking –

Can't find your keys? It's probably because you weren't paying attention when you put them down. When you're juggling too many things, you're bound to forget. As it turns out, the brain doesn't actually multitask. Instead, it switches focus from one thing to the other, which is why it is difficult to read a book and hold a conversation at the same time. Multitasking will slow you down, so make it a point to concentrate on the task at hand. It's crucial. Studies suggest to say it out loud: "I left my keys on the dresser", etc. so the brain can process it. Your brain actually need about eight seconds to commit a piece of information to your memory, so if you're talking on the phone and carrying groceries when you put down your car keys, you're unlikely to remember where you left them.

 4. Use Mnemonic Devices –

Mnemonic devices are tools which help you memorize in an easier format - words, lists, concepts, et al.

·         Acronyms: They are basically abbreviations used a word to help you jog your memory. For example: CART can be carrots, apples, raspberries and tomatoes, which can be used to remember your grocery list.

·         Rhymes: If you need to remember a name, get creative. "Mary loves cherry" or "Simon is a fireman".  

·         Acrostics: These are life savers during exams, especially. Whenever you need to mug up a sentence, combine the initial letters and use as a memory cue. For example: How we all remembered the 9 planets during childhood, "My Very Educated Mother Just Showed Us Nine Planets".

·         Chunking: Chunking breaks a long list of numbers or other types of information into smaller, more manageable chunks. For example: Remembering a 10-digit phone number by breaking it down   into three sets of numbers: 555-867-5309 (as opposed to 5558675309).

5. Meditation is Key –

According to a 2015 study from the UCLA Brain Mapping Center, the brain starts to decline in your 20s and continues to decrease both in size and volume. Meditating and yoga regularly delays cognitive decline and prevents neurodegenerative diseases like Dementia, Alzheimer's and Parkinson's. Meditation produces a positive charge in the brain's gray matter overtime, which is important for memory, learning and self-awareness. In addition, meditation has been shown to reduce stress, which can do a number on memory.

6. Stay Mentally Active –

Give you brain a workout. Note: Crossword puzzles and Sudoku are your new best friend. Challenge your brain, take a different route to work, learn a new language, read a section of the newspaper you usually skip, do things out of the ordinary. Stay engaged, because mentally stimulating activities help keep your brain in shape - and might even keep memory loss at bay. People who are cognitively active have better memory as they age, it's true. So quiz yourself, flex your brain and improve your memory power.

7. Get Organized –

If your house is in a mess, you're more likely to forget things. Jot down tasks, declutter your home and note down appointments. Set aside a particular place at home to keep your keys, and limit distractions. Live by to-do lists, keep them upto date and check off the items you've completed. Physically writing down new information actually helps reinforce it. A day planner or smart phone calendar can help you keep track of appointments and activities and can also serve as a journal in which you write anything that you would like to remember. Writing down and organizing information reinforces learning.

Try jotting down conversations, thoughts, experiences.

Review current and previous day’s entries at breakfast and dinner.

If you use a planner and not a smart phone, keep it in the same spot at home and take it with you whenever you leave.

8. Write It Down -

Jotting down information will help you remember and visualize your agenda or tasks for the day. It is an easy way to remind yourself of what you have to do or say later during the day. Always keep a "random-thought pad" on hand while you're at the computer or folding laundry can help improve your focus naturally

9. Visualize your memory –

Learning faces and names is a particularly hard task for most people. In addition to repeating a person’s name, you can also associate the name with an image. Visualization strengthens the association you are making between the face and the name. For example:

Link the name Sandy with the image of a beach, and imagine Sandy on the beach or as suggested before "Mary loves cherry" or "Simon is a fireman".

10. Find a Cue –

When you are having difficulty recalling a particular word or fact, you can cue yourself by giving related details or “talking around” the word, name, or fact. Other practical ways to cue include:

Using alarms or a kitchen timer to remind you of tasks or appointments.

Placing an object associated with the task you must do in a prominent place at home. For example, if you want to order tickets to a play, leave a newspaper ad for the play near your telephone or computer.

11. Group them up –

When you’re trying to remember a long list of items, it can help to group the items in sets of three to five, just as you would to remember a phone number. This strategy capitalizes on organization and building associations, and helps to extend the capacity of our short-term memory by chunking information together instead of trying to remember each piece of information independently. For example:

If you have a list of 15 things on your grocery list, you can group the items by category, such as dairy, produce, canned goods, and frozen foods.

 12. Balance Your Stress –

Chronic stress and depression, both contribute to memory loss and the destruction of brain cells. One of the best things you can do is to laugh. Yes, it's that simple. Laughter engaged multiple regions of the brain and simultaneously reduces stress. Social interaction also helps ward off depression and stress, so look for opportunities to get together with family, loved ones, friends and work colleagues. Know the strategies for How to Manage Stress in Life.

 13. Food for Thought –

Did you know that the brain is an energy hungry organ? Despite comprising only 2% of the body's weight, the brain gobbles up more than 20% of daily energy intake. So a healthy diet might be as good for your brain as it is for your overall health, and eating right may in fact be more important than you think. After all, you are what you eat. The brain demands a constant supply of glucose which is obtained from recently eaten carbohydrates like whole grains, fruits and greens. Because when the glucose level drops, it results in confused thinking. No, this does not give you the license to slurp on sugary drinks. Instead eat throughout the day to optimize brain power- not too much, not too little. Memory boosting diet includes antioxidant-rich, colorful fruits, green leafy vegetables and whole grains which protect your brain from harmful free radicals. Choose low-fat protein sources such as fish and drink at least 8 glasses of water daily since dehydration can lead to memory loss and confusion.

The following nutritional tips will help boost your brainpower and reduce your risk of dementia:

Get your omega-3s. Research shows that omega-3 fatty acids are particularly beneficial for brain health. Fish is a particularly rich source of omega-3, especially cold water “fatty fish” such as salmon, tuna, halibut, trout, mackerel, sardines, and herring.

If you’re not a fan of seafood, consider non-fish sources of omega-3s such as seaweed, walnuts, ground flaxseed, flaxseed oil, winter squash, kidney and pinto beans, spinach, broccoli, pumpkin seeds, and soybeans.

Limit calories and saturated fat. Research shows that diets high in saturated fat (from sources such as red meat, whole milk, butter, cheese, cream, and ice cream) increase your risk of dementia and impair concentration and memory.

Eat more fruit and vegetables. Produce is packed with antioxidants, substances that protect your brain cells from damage. Colorful fruits and vegetables are particularly good antioxidant "superfood" sources.

Drink green tea. Green tea contains polyphenols, powerful antioxidants that protect against free radicals that can damage brain cells. Among many other benefits, regular consumption of green tea may enhance memory and mental alertness and slow brain aging.

Drink wine (or grape juice) in moderation. Keeping your alcohol consumption in check is key, since alcohol kills brain cells. But in moderation (around 1 glass a day for women; 2 for men), alcohol may actually improve memory and cognition. Red wine appears to be the best option, as it is rich in resveratrol, a flavonoid that boosts blood flow in the brain and reduces the risk of Alzheimer’s disease. Other resveratrol-packed options include grape juice, cranberry juice, fresh grapes and berries, and peanuts.

IDENTIFY AND TREAT HEALTH PROBLEMS

Do you feel that your memory has taken an unexplainable dip? If so, there may be a health or lifestyle problem to blame.

It’s not just dementia or Alzheimer’s disease that causes memory loss. There are many diseases, mental health disorders, and medications that can interfere with memory:

Heart disease and its risk factors. 

Cardiovasculardisease and its risk factors, including high cholesterol and high blood pressure, have been linked to mild cognitive impairment.

Diabetes. 

Studies show that people with diabetesexperience far greater cognitive decline than those who don’t suffer from the disease.

Hormone imbalance. 

Women going through menopause often experience memory problems when their estrogen dips. In men, low testosterone can cause issues. Thyroid imbalances can also cause forgetfulness, sluggish thinking, or confusion.

Medications. 

Many prescription and over-the-counter medications can get in the way of memory and clear thinking. Common culprits include cold and allergy medications, sleep aids, and antidepressants. Talk to your doctor or pharmacist about possible side effects.

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Fast-Forward: Part 2

Find part one: HERE.

Bright light flickered above her as she shifted underneath the heavy quilt. Claire was hot, warmer than she’d ever been in her life. The heat stifled her as she tried to dig her way out.

Seeing her distress, Jamie gently pried the duvet from the sides where Jenny had tucked it in tight. He’d been with her all night, watching and waiting as if to assure himself that she was safe.

Jenny and Ian had been raging when he’d driven home, his sister’s face alight with fury as he’d pulled his car to a stop in the drive. Rushing from the porch, Ian had tried to pull her backwards, his gaze apologetic as she’d waggled her finger at her wayward brother.

But upon seeing the small ball curled on his backseat, Jenny had stilled.

“What on earth, Jamie Fraser,” she’d whispered, opening the door and peeling back the furry blanket to reveal the tiny slip of a girl dressed in funky 18th century clothes.

“I found her. She just appeared up at Craigh na Dunn…” his voice petered out as he reached out to run a single finger along her exposed cheek.

“The fairy hill?” Jenny gasped, her eyes flickering from Jamie to the girl. “Very strange, and ye thought to bring her here...why?”

There was nothing unkind about her words, more a lilt of morbid curiosity. But as Jamie carried her from the car to the spare room, the Frasers began to feel a strange camaraderie with the stranger.

She’d slept for almost a whole day, barely moving an inch. She had been vocal though, crying out as if to quash the demons that rose behind her eyelids as she dozed.

Jenny had forced Jamie from the room as she’d stripped the lass down, removing her grubby clothes in favour of something altogether more comfortable.

Jenny’s cry had brought Jamie rushing back into the small box room just moments later as the pair looked over their new guests mangled back.

“Who would do such a thing?” Jenny gasped, holding her hands over her mouth as if to stop herself from vomiting on the spot. Jamie and Jenny swallowed simultaneously as Jamie reached forward and ghosted his hands over the deep welts. Not physically touching the wounds, he traced the lines with his fingers, his mind trying to conjure a reasonable explanation for the violence that had so harshly been leveled against her.

“She’s been thrashed,” he whispered, wishing he didn’t have to vocalise these particular notions, “wi’ a whip. Cat o’ nine probably from the look of her. There are still wee patches where ye can see how the lead balls hit her.”

“Poor thing,” Ian replied from the doorway, his eyes catching his wife-to-be’s as she ran her shaky hands through her loose hair. “Can you aid her?”

“No’ likely,” Jenny scoffed, her throat clenching painfully at the thought of having to stitch the poor creature back up again, “she’ll need to be admitted. I’ve seen them fix up men on the battlefield wi’ shrapnel wounds similar, but the chance of infection and death is still high. She’s already bordering fever as it is.”

Jamie had convinced Jenny that above all else, the wee thing needed sleep first and foremost. Doctoring could wait a day or so, and it was likely the hospital would put her to rest before any major surgery as it was.

Hovering behind the closed door, Ian held Jenny’s hand as tightly as he thought reasonable. He could see the anguish in her eyes as she shuffled her feet against the thick wooden floors.

“What are ye thinking, love?” He whispered, pausing as he listened out for Jamie mumbling over his sleeping patient.

“What if the person who hurt her is...well, ye ken verra well. If he’s her husband, we’ll have no choice but to send her back.” The words stuck painfully in Jenny’s throat as she spoke. She’d been training as a nurse before the war had started. Back in those early days she’d seen many a battered wife, all of whom had no escape from the brutality of their spouses. She knew here, at Lallybroch, they could protect her if that was the case. But only if the man responsible for her injuries didn’t catch up to them.

“Dinna werrett too much, Janet,” Ian soothed, rubbing her arms as he pulled her into his chest, “our Jamie’ll protect her...as will we.”

Feeling her limbs freed of the constraints that had held her through the night, Claire scrunched her shoulders and curled her legs up to her chest. She felt something light touch her forehead, a brief lingering whisper of contact that brought conflicting feelings to life beneath her skin. The bed beneath her was too soft for a jail cell, her surroundings too warm to be Fort William’s dank dungeons. But she knew she hadn’t been in her right mind, and the last memories she had were of the harsh ring of the British army right behind her, ready to drag her back to her hellish prison. It was entirely likely that her mind was cushioning the blow, allowing her a minutes peace before the imminent torment began again.

Sensing her reluctance to wake, Jamie busied himself. Tidying here and there, he made sure her feet were still covered as he waited for her to open her eyes naturally. Eager as he was to unlock her secrets, he also understood that employing any force in the matter would be detrimental to her recovery.

“Where am I?” Pushing herself up, Claire blinked, her pupils pained by the brightness of the room as she tried to move without disturbing the welts on her back. Her voice cracked as she spoke, her throat raw and dry from disuse.

Jamie turned, holding his hands behind his back as he took a step closer to her, his fingers fumbling in the back pockets of his trousers.

She eyed him with some trepidation as she took in his appearance. He could see the shock as her eyes darted all over the room, analysing every little fixture and fitting as if seeing it for the first time. There wasn’t much to the attic bedroom, which was one of the main reasons Jamie had for putting her up here. One small lightswitch and only a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. The fireplace was stacked with logs but the heat rose from the floors below rendered it mostly useless.

Gripping painfully onto the bedsheets, she caught sight of the light. Swallowing audibly, she sat up straight, her spine going rigid at the sight.

“W-where am I? Please…” she repeated, not looking at him as she spoke.

“Yer in the highlands, miss,” Jamie replied, dragging the wooden chair from beside the fireplace so that he could sit beside her once more. “Lallybroch to be precise, it’s near Beauly. But I found ye at Craigh na Dunn, nearer to Inverness.”

“D-did you see the soldiers...the army?” She choked, almost buckling under the pressure of the words as she stumbled as she spoke.

“Nah,” Jamie chuckled, without humour, “ye willna find the British army up there now, lassie. The ones left in service are all in Coventry, Manchester and London if no’ scattered about the places that need them the most.”

Flicking her eyes from the bulb back to Jamie, her posture seemed to loosen at his statement, the worry fading from her face as she leant sideways against the ancient headboard. The wood creaked as she did so, startling her for a split second.

“I canna keep calling ye lass though, aye? Will you tell me your name now?”

Shuffling her backside against the bed, she dragged the sheet up to cover her chest as she tilted her head to the side. Appraising him, Jamie could tell she was assessing the immediate danger, ensuring that she wasn’t about to land herself in hot water if she revealed who she really was.

“Claire,” she finally replied, obviously making her decision as she nodded her head once, “Claire Beauchamp.”

“Nice to meet ye, Claire, Claire Beauchamp,” Jamie returned, smiling as he repeated her name exactly as she’d given it to him but with a lighter tone. He hoped that injecting a little humour might relax her some.

Forgetting herself for just a moment, Claire leaned back further, flattening her back against the intricate patterning on the headboard. Gasping she reeled forwards, the sores blistering painfully as certain parts of the masterfully carved wood stuck into the semi-healed slashes that ran along the middle of her spine. Tears sprung to her eyes as she remembered the lash hitting her over and over, the merciless slap of the leather tearing chunks from her thin flesh.

Jamie stood, the legs of the chair scraping along the floor as he dashed forwards.

“Don’t...please!” Claire cried, one hand held up in surrender as the other clung to her middle as if holding herself together. “Don’t touch me.”

The words triggered distant memories and Jamie stumbled backwards, his cheeks flushed as the rage simmered beneath the surface.

“I willna touch ye, I promise, Claire. No’ if you don’t wish me to. But we have to get you seen to. If you don’t get those...wounds,” struggling to find a neutral word to describe her injuries, Jamie paused for a moment before continuing, “seen to, they’ll get infected and you’ll be verra sick.”

“I-infect?” She questioned, her damp eyes catching Jamie’s as she tried to understand his strange speech.

“Aye,” he returned, his brain working overtime to try and come up with another word for it. Maybe, he thought, looking her up and down for the millionth time, someone had kept her hostage. It had been known. Solitary men taking weans and locking them away from the world so they had no notion of...well, anything much upon their release. “They’ll become red and sore, ye ken so far?” Claire nodded.

“Dirt that’s already in yer...cuts...will linger there and cause you to become sick.”

“Does that mean you know what to do about that?” She asked hopefully, her fingers loosening their hold against the cotton fabric as she bent closer to Jamie.

“I don’t, no. But my sister does. She’s a nurse. We’ll get you to Inverness, to the hospital…”

“No!” Claire all but yelled, jumping to her knees as fear took a punishing grip on her once more. “N-no. Not Inverness.”

Jamie waited, but she didn’t qualify her statement. Instead she shifted her knees against the soft mattress and shook her head wildly, her eyes wide as saucers as her chest rose and fell at an excruciatingly fast pace.

“Claire--” he began, hoping to assuage her fears. But he could already see the cogs turning. He knew in that moment that it would take something incredibly powerful to change her mind. “Alright,” he submitted, backing up a little more as he held eye contact with her, “I willna force you to go. But,” he continued, waggling a finger in her direction as he spoke, “if Jenny’s skills dinna heal you properly and you get fever, ye have to promise you’ll let me take you to someone more senior.” Seeing her ready to argue he held up a hand to stop her, his eyes serious as he finished. “I will protect you, Claire. But that can only happen if ye let me help you too, aye?”

Nodding, Claire felt the fight leave her as she exhausted the last of her energy. Squirrelling back under the blanket, she lay on her side, eyes open and focused only on the window ledge as she tried to comprehend her new situation.

Seeing her calm *distress*, Jamie slid alongside the bed and tapped on the glass filled with water that he’d left on the bedside table.

“Drink something, Claire. For me. I’ll leave you be for a wee while, just while I go and fetch Jenny and her medical kit. Rest up.”

Closing the door softly behind him, Jamie bent his head against the door, closing his eyes as he exhaled loudly. His fists balled at his sides, he fought against the urge to throw something, deciding instead to put his anger to better use.

Stomping down the stairs, he went in search of Jenny and Ian, desperate to begin proceedings as soon as possible.

Claire listened as her savior's footsteps vanished, the sound of his footfalls disappearing as he wandered off.

Breathing in through her nose, she climbed from the bed and silently made her way to the tiny window. Sounds of whooshing had disrupted her conversation with Jamie and her eyes had glazed at the sound. Unable to place such a...racket, she’d shaken off the uneasy feeling that had taken root at the base of her spine in favour of listening to her host.

Running her fingers over the chipping wood of the windowframe, Claire looked below, her eyes catching the shine of the large blue object hidden in the shed opposite. Its black wheels gleamed in the sun, the silver metal of the rims reflecting the yellow light as midday approached. She had never seen anything like it. It *looked* like a sort of posh carriage, but there was nowhere for horses to be attached.

Odd.

Glancing to the left, she could see the windy drive as it faded beyond the tree line but nothing more *irregular* appeared, for which she was grateful.

Stepping backwards, Claire viewed the sill below her, her eyes catching the indentations that lined the old wood. Just as she was about to turn back, something twinkled, catching her gaze as she slowly stepped forwards once more.

Her fingers reached forward as her breathing began to hitch.

Jamie’s name was carved first. It was crude and jagged, as if it’d been done with a dull blade. Next to it sat ‘Jenny’, written in slightly neater font with a little more flair. But it wasn’t the names that caught her attention. There, next to the ‘e’ in Jamie was carved a date.

Trembling, the tips of her fingers traced the number over and over, her mind reeling at the digits as she tried to make some sense of it.

Finally turning her back on the facts, she stumbled back towards the bed and slid herself under the sheets. Ignoring the water, Claire pulled the duvet over her head and sunk deeper into the mattress, her whole body shaking as she muttered over and over, her words inaudible to human ears as she tried desperately not to pass out once more.

“19--46…1-9-4-6...1946.”

#;Mod MBD #Fast-Forward #jamie x claire #Eventually #Claire falls through the stones #Modern Jamie AU #Role Reversal Time Switch AU

[dragonbagel]

Bonded - Part 4

buckle in kiddos, this chapter’s a wild ride

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

The anxiety plaguing Rhys didn’t relent as the rest of the work day progressed, much as he hoped it would. He did feel a bit better once he was alone in his own office and distracted by debugging a virus threatening to corrupt Hyperion’s storage files, and by the time seven o’clock rolled around (because of course Rhys never failed to work overtime), the nervousness inside of him had dulled from a burning to a low discomfort.

He stopped by a Chinese restaurant to pick up dinner on his way to Jack’s, knowing that Jack had probably forgotten to eat or tried to make one of his practically inedible microwave meals. The man would probably starve to death if his freezer malfunctioned. Rhys had even found a Lunchable in the fridge once while looking for a beer, and he’d made certain to never let the alpha live that one down.

Jack had been quite appreciative when Rhys appeared at his door with the food, although Rhys saw a strange look of surprise flit across the alpha’s features before he happily let him into the penthouse. Not before he’d pulled him in for a quick kiss, of course.

“I missed you,” Jack said as he closed the door behind Rhys, no less than fifty locks sliding into place.

Rhys snorted. “Damn, clingy much?”

Jack simply scowled, leading the way to the living room and pointing to the couch.

“Movie night okay with you?”

Rhys smiled, dropping the bag of food onto the coffee table and plopping down onto the sofa. “Sounds perfect.”

Rhys’ heart fluttered at the smile on Jack’s face, because dammit if he was making Jack happy then clearly he was doing something right for once. Jack settled onto the couch beside him, patting down the cushions in search of the TV remote as Rhys began pulling their food out of the takeout bag. One of Jack’s hands landed on Rhys’ crotch in a not-at-all-accidental manner, and Rhys nearly dropped the container he was holding.

“Quit it!” he hissed, although he was more amused than anything.

Jack shot him a devilish grin before squeezing Rhys a few times, teasing. The omega elbowed him far harder than necessary.

“Can we at least have dinner first?” Rhys asked, sighing.

Jack grabbed his food from the table and broke open a pair of chopsticks, winking at Rhys as he did so. He started shoveling his food into his mouth with a mad determination, going so quickly that noodles started dropping from the container to his lap.

Rhys simply laughed as he ate his meal at a normal speed and degree of cautiousness; not everyone had the cash for a new suit just lying around.

“What happened to dinner and a movie?” Rhys said, utterly amused at Jack’s ministrations.

The alpha groaned. “C’mon babe, it’s been like a week.”

Rhys rolled his eyes, causing Jack to bounce his eyebrows.

“You know you want this handsome dick.”

“I want to eat my food in peace,” Rhys retorted.

“Fine,” Jack grumbled, turning on the TV with the remote that was not, in fact, in Rhys’ pants.

Rhys ate fairly quickly as Jack flipped through the channels. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t really eaten since the few bites he’d taken at their nightmarish lunch date. He could still feel some of that underlying uncertainty, anxiety, whatever the hell this thing was grinding his insides together, sitting with him as he drizzled more soy sauce onto his rice. With Jack’s attention focused on the pay-per-view movie channels, Rhys booted up his ECHOeye to run a system check. Maybe this was all just some cybernetics malfunction that could be fixed and over within a few days.

The scan, to Rhys’ dismay, yielded zero results. Instead, an email alert popped up, temporarily obscuring the vision in his left eye. It was from Baron Flynt, and Rhys begrudgingly opened it. He didn’t really want to think about work right now but, then again, when wasn’t he thinking about work?

The message, about two paragraphs in its entirety, reiterated the same corporal bullshit that Rhys had seen a million times before: Atlas was oh-so happy at this opportunity, thank you Hyperion for not bowling over us, et cetera, et cetera.

His ego-boosting reading was interrupted, however, by an annoyed huff from Jack.

“Sorry,” Rhys said sheepishly, raising his hands in surrender and powering down his ECHOeye. He knew how much Jack hated work invading their private life.

“Yeah, whatever,” Jack said bitterly before bouncing back to his usual infuriatingly energetic self. “While you were all busy moping and adult-ing, I found us a little something to watch.”

“I swear to god Jack if you try to make me watch porn with you one more fucking time I’ll--”

“Relax, kitten,” Jack said, laughing. “You disabled all my adult movie channels, remember?”

Rhys snorted. “And for good reason.”

Jack looked ready to protest but Rhys quieted him by pressing his lips onto his, pulling back after a few moments. “Let’s finish dinner and then maybe I’ll blow you during the movie-- if you’re lucky.”

The grin stretching across Jack’s face was obscenely wide, and Rhys felt color rising to his cheeks. He loved teasing Jack like this, loved making him happy. Yet there was another part of him that most definitely did not love this. Something felt wrong, very wrong, and the fact that he couldn’t find the source of his aggravation somehow made the situation even worse.

Rhys ate the rest of his meal in silence, which Jack took to be his complete enthrallment in the old Western movie that he’d for some reason actually paid money for. Cowboys and rodeos certainly weren’t Rhys’ definition of entertainment, and he’d told that to Jack on multiple occasions (to which he’d only received “but guns are cool babe” as a response).

He just couldn't seem to put his finger on what this...nagging was inside of him. It felt basic, instinctual, like there was nothing outward that could either cause or relieve it. Had he been taking his heat suppressors? The answer, as always, was yes, considering the degree to which he needed the medication to mask his smell. But then...

His face fell as he realized what was happening; it was the bond. An omega was supposed to be near their alpha at all times, needing protection and reassurance and all that super outdated jazz. His biology never failed to fuck him over; he had heats, for fuck's sake, even though there was clearly no way for their intended reproduction to ever occur, what with his lack of a uterus. He'd spent his life fighting his genetics, his instincts that told him to submit and obey, his scent that put him in constant danger of being taken advantage of. And now, despite all his efforts, he was at the whims of a stupid bond that he didn't want in the first place.

He mentally shook his head. There was no way he was going to back down now or admit defeat. He would do what he always did: he'd fight it.

So when the bond told him to stay as far away as possible from Jack, an "unfamiliar" alpha, he did the exact opposite, setting down his now-empty plate and crawling closer to Jack. The alpha smirked as Rhys situated himself in his lap, burying his face in the juncture between Jack's neck and shoulder.

"Well hello there, Rhysie," Jack said, sounding smug.

Rhys didn't respond, instead beginning to suck a bruise on Jack's collarbone and then kiss up and down his neck.

"This movie's boring," Rhys said, pausing his assault on Jack's neck.

Jack laughed. "I know, pumpkin."

Rhys simply groaned. "Then why the hell would you pick it? There are plenty of other things we'd been meaning to watch and--"

"Rhys," Jack said, interrupting his tirade with a smirk as he slid his hands around to cup Rhys' ass. "Stop talking so much."

Rhys huffed angrily, wriggling in Jack's lap.

“If this movie's too boring for you, we can always just head to the bedroom a bit earlier," the alpha said, smirking.

Rhys groaned, dropping his forehead against Jack's shoulder, which was shaking from his laughter at Rhys' annoyance.

"You picked this movie on purpose, didn't you?"

"Aww, come on Rhysie, don't pout," Jack said, pressing his nose into the top of Rhys' head. 

"I wanted to watch that stupid movie Yvette's been going on about so she'd finally shut up," Rhys grumbled, although his voice contained no malice. He was a bit too preoccupied with Jack's hard-on pressing against his thigh and the way the alpha had started nosing around his neck, scenting him.

"Why don't we watch it in my bed after I've fucked you into next week?"

Rhys rolled his eyes at Jack's shit-eating grin, but the lust in Jack's eyes was making his body go haywire with desire. 

The omega nodded, wrapping his arms around Jack's neck as the alpha lifted them both to stand before guiding Rhys towards his bedroom.

"You're an asshole," Rhys said as Jack began to strip him of his clothes. He'd at least thought to change from his work outfit, considering the last time he'd worn it to Jack's the other man had practically torn it to shreds in horny eagerness. "But I love you."

Jack smiled, and Rhys knew that his face was flushing beneath his mask. "I love you too, kitten. Now get on your back so I can wreck you."

Jack was talented at everything he did. That much was obvious to anyone with eyes and at least one brain cell, considering he was the youngest CEO in the history of Hyperion and had led the company to an unprecedented level of profit and power. He was also a smooth talker, a solid businessman, and an overall nice guy to talk to (as long as you weren't on his bad side). His ability to murder bandits in a litany of creative methods was, although Rhys' weak stomach didn't always agree, nothing short of awe-inspiring. The majority of Helios either wanted to be Jack or be on Jack.

Luckily for Rhys, he had the man wrapped around his finger. He also knew the almost impossible degree to which Jack's skills manifested in another area: the bedroom.

Sure, Rhys had had some pretty great sex before. He'd also had average sex, not to mention shitty sex to the degree of practically needing to be repressed. But Jack-- Jack was on a whole other level. Rhys was instinctually submissive in the sheets, and as much as Jack exhibited his primal need to dominate, he never did so in a way that made Rhys feel unsafe or taken advantage of. It wasn't hard to manipulate an omega during sex, especially when that sex occurred while in heat. Apply the right touches to his bonding site and fuck him into a state of bliss, and he would turn to putty, willing to follow any commands despite his typical refusal to do so. It wasn't his fault, of course; the tranquility and submissiveness caused by stimulation both sexually and on his bonding site were just more "perks" to his endotype.

But with Jack... with Jack, Rhys felt safe. At least, he usually did. Now, however, as he laid in Jack's bed watching old game show reruns on mute as the time ticked ever later, he felt off. His body was quite happy, covered in drying sweat and deliciously sore; but his mind was another story. Strange intrusive thoughts told Rhys that he was a traitor, that he should feel guilty and horrible about what he'd done. At some conscious level, Rhys knew that it was just the bond fucking with him, and  that having amazing sex with Jack was nothing short of a privilege. But his defenses were weakened, his resolve softened by the euphoria of an orgasm and reinforced acting as the submissive omega that his genes wanted him to be.

As if the shame wasn't bad enough, Jack's scent was repulsive to him; never mind the fact that hours ago he'd been desperate to cover every inch of his body in it. His scent was wrong, and it rankled something deep within Rhys. Having the scent of an alpha other than the one that was technically his coating his skin and surrounding him was nothing short of traitorous, and his body was doing everything in its power to remind him of that.

Rhys rolled over onto his side to look at Jack, who had passed out an hour ago and was now lightly snoring. His unmasked face was relaxed and at ease, and Rhys found himself feeling jealous. Didn't Jack know that he'd done something wrong, that he'd slept with someone else's omega?

Rhys grimaced at his train of thought, knowing it was ridiculous yet being unable to stop it. He needed Jack's scent off of him, and he needed it off now. He peeled the covers off of himself as he quietly slipped out of bed, not wanting to disturb Jack even though he knew the other man slept like the dead. He headed into Jack's obscenely large bathroom, splashing a bit of water on his face in an attempt to bring himself back to his senses. 

Unfortunately, he had no such luck. 

Sighing, he stripped off his boxers, placing what he checked to make sure was a clean, unscented towel outside the shower before stepping inside. He quickly scrubbed his skin raw with the high-end soap bar that no doubt cost three figures, ridding himself of the smell of Jack and that of sex.

Even after he'd dried himself off, he still felt dirty. He left his boxers in a pile in the corner, deciding he'd rather sleep naked than put anything with Jack's scent back onto his now-clean body. He soon realized, however, that to go back to sleep, he'd have to crawl back underneath the sheets, thereby re-surrounding himself with the alpha's stench. And that simply wouldn't do. Rhys slid open the linen closet from which he'd grabbed the towel to find a large, fresh blanket. When he pressed it to his nose, it only smelled like lavender laundry detergent. Perfect.

Wrapping the blanket around his body like some cross between a cape and a burrito, he walked back into the bedroom, relieved to see that Jack was still asleep. He pulled the covers taut over his side of the bed before climbing on top of them, making sure that his body was only touching the clean blanket. What with the fact that it was honestly more of a comforter, he was easily able to cover the pillow with it before laying down, only having to pull his gangly legs slightly up towards his chest in order to fit them on the blanket. 

He took one last look at Jack's peaceful face before completely cocooning himself in the blanket, sealing himself in a scentless warmth. 

This time when he closed his eyes, he was finally able to sleep.   

#rhack #rhack fic #rhack tftbl #rhys the company man #handsome jack #omegaverse #bonded #trash writing

[jillmckenzie1]

Time to Feel Better: 5 Easy Circadian Rhythm Reset Secrets

Do you continuously wake up at 5AM and feel thoroughly rested—officially ready to start your day?

If you do, it’s likely that you’ve established strong sleep-wake routines that keep your circadian rhythm(s) in check. For those that answered a firm no, it might be time to reconsider switching up or completely replacing some of your daily rituals.

Why?

How much sleep we get and when we get it correlates directly with our metabolic health and overall liveliness in the long run. If you want to feel and perform at your best (But really, who would say no to that?), read on for some circadian rhythm reset tidbits.

CIRCADIAN RHYTHM: A LITTLE INTRO BEFORE THE MAIN COURSE

Let’s cut right to the chase.

In the words of Satchidananda (Satchin) Panda, PhD, professor in the Regulatory Biology Department at the Salk Institute for Biological Studies, and a key figure in molecular research on circadian rhythm, “Circadian rhythms are daily ~24h (24 hour) rhythms in metabolism, physiology and behavior that are sustained under constant light or dark condition.”

Basically put (given that this is such an intricate topic), circadian rhythm consists of multiple interconnected systems in our bodies that keep track of time, thereby correlating directly with patterns in sleeping and waking up.

In turn, these sleep-wake patterns impact our brains and other organs2. For example, if we stick with a set schedule of sleeping (and eating) each day, our bodies get primed to maintain a healthy weight and strong metabolism, promoting overall health and well-being.

The opposite is also true.

If we keep switching up our daily routine of sleeping (and eating), our circadian rhythm systems get confused, our bodies and internal organs become more difficult to regulate, and we easily become tired during random periods of the day. Our circadian rhythms are not rigid timing systems. Everything is interconnected—brain, organs, tissues, cells, genes—through multiple feedback loops. In order to help maintain our health in the long run, it’s crucial that we follow a daily pattern—to the best of our ability—of sleeping and eating.

NOW TO THE GOOD STUFF!

Now that we have a better understanding of what circadian rhythm is, how it works, and why it’s so important to our overall health, let’s explore a few methods to practice so that we can feel rejuvenated and energized each morning (and throughout the day).

And side note, I speak from experience when I say that these tips have personally been life-changing when it comes to my own morning routine. These are the introductory baby steps:

  GET TO BED EARLY

    I cannot stress enough the importance of a good night’s sleep in order to maintain long- term health. When starting out, try going to bed an hour earlier than you normally would, and make that last hour a period of relaxation; really, you deserve it!

During that last hour (or earlier, if you choose), dim or turn out the bright lights. Studies suggest that controlling light exposure helps reset our circadian rhythm by allowing melatonin (the hormone responsible for sleep-wake regulation) to release in line as the sun goes down and evening approaches.

  WAKE UP EARLY

  With getting to sleep an hour earlier in place, now try waking up early. For example, if you go to bed at 9PM the night before, set your alarm for 4 or 5AM in the morning. I say this keeping adults in mind, because it’s important that we get roughly 7-9 hours of sleep. 

Try waking up as soon as your alarm goes off the first time. Avoid the temptation of hitting the snooze button! That’s the hardest part. But if you can successfully do this, give yourself a pat on the back; you’re on the right track for resetting your circadian rhythm. Immediately go to turn on a dim light, and maybe do a couple of morning stretches to help wake up. I promise it gets easier over time the more this is done.

  DRINK WATER FIRST THING IN THE MORNING

  The alarm goes off, but put a pause on starting up the coffee machine. Instead, grab an 8 oz. glass and drink roughly two glasses-worth of room temperature water. Research shows that drinking water on an empty stomach can increase your metabolic rate and improve your digestive tract. After roughly 7-9 hours of sleep, your body becomes dehydrated, so water should be the first thing you grab. Sorry almond milk latte.

Not convincing enough? A morning glass of water helps maintain the immune system, gives you energy, and fuels your brain into alertness6.  It’s not called the Essence of Life for nothing!

  EXERCISE MODERATELY

    My personal favorite, mainly because I prefer exercising in the morning. Rather than waiting until my energy is spent mid-day, I get more benefit from doing a morning yoga practice (usually 1 hour). It’s different for everyone. Some prefer a light walk or jog just as dawn approaches. In fact, try timing your waking up and exercise routine with the rising sun. Exposure to sunlight in the early morning will help fine-tune the body’s circadian rhythm–keeping you adequately awake throughout the day until the sun sets3.

Overall, moving your body just feels good! A morning exercise routine does wonders for mood and anxiety levels. Afterwards, the rest of your day will be a lot easier to tackle. I usually top off my morning yoga with 30 minutes of seated meditation. It’s an extra concentration booster towards whatever tasks I have scheduled to complete. Bottom line, movement is medicine.

  EAT BREAKFAST AN HOUR AFTER WAKING

  The absolute best part about sleep? It’s literally a time machine to breakfast.

Okay, I lied, this is probably my most favorite part out of an established sleep-wake routine. It’s likely that I can speak for most people in this realm.

When it comes to eating, our circadian rhythm “regulates metabolism in response to different nutrients and based on the timing of food intake. Key endocrine functions…appear to be optimal in the morning, suggesting that concentrating food intake within the earlier daylight hours is superior for circadian alignment.” If food is presented at the wrong time, it disturbs the entire circuit.

Therefore, for optimal health results, refrain from eating food at least 1 hour after waking up—remember, water comes first! Considering that food intake is better for our bodies during the earlier half of the day, try eating both breakfast and lunch during that period.

Let’s stick with our previous example of going to bed at 9PM in Step 2.

If you wake up the next day…say… at 5AM, don’t eat breakfast until 6-7AM. Between that time gap, you have the perfect opportunity to exercise (Step 4). This is an easy trick to keep your mind off food. Plus, after exercising, you’ll feel like you actually earned your breakfast! From there, make lunch your heaviest meal, and consume it roughly from 11AM-12PM. Following this schedule, it’s best to cut off eating around 5-6PM, so eat dinner during this time.

This gives you a 3-4 hour leeway to digest your food before winding down to bed–overall, a 12-hour eating cycle. By condensing the eating window to 12 hours (or shorter), we allow our bodies to fast and repair tissue overnight7.

A FINAL NOTE:

Due to the hectic demands of everyday life, work schedules (particularly shift work), and different time zones, I’m aware that some of these suggestions may not be easily accessible.

For long-term results, approach as many of these methods as you can in gradual steps. Quite often, small changes overtime are easier on you, both physically and mentally.

And if you fall off the wagon on any of these 5 Steps, don’t beat yourself up for it. Instead, just mindfully recognize where you left off, and pick up from there. It’s a process –a marathon, not a sprint.

The key is to practice.

from Blog https://ondenver.com/time-to-feel-better-5-easy-circadian-rhythm-reset-secrets/

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Fighting Childhood Obesity

For the last few weeks, we have been working really hard on coming on with an essay that talked about the importance of physical education and better school lunches in our children. We hope that you enjoy this paper and feel free to message us with questions or even ways that you think you could help aid in the fight against childhood obesity. 

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Venezia & Victoria 

                     In the last thirty years’ childhood obesity has been on the rise in America. According to Healthier Generation, “Nearly one in three children ranging from two to nineteen years old are considered overweight or obese.” With obesity on the rise something must be done to help those suffering from childhood obesity, and prevent others from getting it. Obese children are more likely to have high blood pressure, diabetes, asthma, sleep apnea, struggle with self-esteem, and much more. Adults need recognize this epidemic, and become raise awareness of this disease. To decrease the percentage of childhood obesity the society needs to educate children about physical health, implement healthier food choices, and increase physical activities within the country’s public school systems.

           Educating children about physical health is the foundation of establishing a healthy life. There are numerous benefits to one’s life because of having physical education at a young age. Through physical education children develop a habit of having fitness-based activities on a regular basis, learn about health and nutrition, and build self-confidence. According to NCES (National Center for Education Statistics), “From kindergarten through eighth grade roughly 50 percent of schools have district, or state requirements for students to receive nutrition education.” While schools focus on educating students’ knowledge about what good nutrition means, they lack influencing students’ attitudes, motivation, and eating behaviors. Alliance For A Healthier Generation has created The Healthy Schools Program, which watches what children eat, and giving them more time to be active. They also focus on programs available for children in, and outside of school to help them remain, and maintain an active lifestyle. While Alliance For A Healthier Generation is not implemented in every school across the nation they are on the right track to putting an end to childhood obesity.

           The World Health Organization defines physical health as: “Health is a state of complete physical, mental, and social well-being and not merely the absence on disease or infirmity” (Lynch, B). This definition is not one that we can just read verbatim to children; we have to break it down so that they can understand at their level. Physical health incorporates eating habits, exercise, and sleep. In order to give our children a chance at have good physical health, we need to make sure that are incorporating all of these aspects in a positive way. More children are falling into the overweight and/or obese categories because of poor food choices and inactive lifestyles. Foods high in sugar and calories as well video games fuel the unhealthy epidemic that we see in this generation. We, as adults, have to start stepping in and showing the younger generation why it is important to take care of their bodies and ways to get started.

           In February 2010, previous First Lady of the United States, Michelle Obama introduced her “Let’s Move” campaign. This campaign was dedicated to solving the problem of obesity in order to allow children the opportunity to grown up healthier and be capable of doing anything in life they set their minds too. This campaign not only incorporated ways that parents and communities could get involved, but also heavily suggested that schools become part of the solution to the problem. Since, many children consume at least half of their meals at school, Mrs. Obama felt lead to make sure that her campaign was committed to providing healthier food options at all schools in the nation. After consulting with the Institute of Medicine, school meals were changed to include:

·      More whole grains, fruits, and vegetables; low-fat milk dairy products; and less sodium and fat.

·      The right portions with menus planned specifically with portion sizes appropriate for grades K-5, 6-8, and 9-12.

Additionally, they campaign also decided to allow for in their budget additional funding to be made available to schools that meet these standards (Healthy Choices, 2011). Not only did this campaign focus on eating healthy but it also focused on getting active.

           In February 2013, Let’s Move! Active Schools became a new entity of her Let’s Move campaign. There is a lot of statistics that show that 75% of children are not physically active in their everyday lives. This new entity of Obama’s campaign equips schools with tools that will help them to increase physical education activities for all their students. In order for a school to be considered an active school they have to integrate physical activity before, during, and after school for at least 60 minutes every day (Healthy Choices, 2011). The fact that The White House considered this epidemic to be so severe that they made this a top priority says a lot about what obesity is doing to our children.

           Physical education promotes lifelong fitness, boosts the brain, promotes social skills, and teaches healthy food choices. Obese adolescents are likely to develop prediabetes. This is a condition where blood glucose levels indicate a high risk for development of diabetes, and also bone and joint problems. While physical activity is the first step against childhood obesity, educating children how to have a healthy lifestyle will carry with them into adulthood. Scientists have discovered a link between brain functionality and physical fitness in kids. Researchers have found children who are more fit have a larger hippocampus. The hippocampus is connected to memory. These children perform better on memory tests, than less-fit peers. Studies have also found an increase in physical education during school causes an increase in concentration in school. Children are more likely to focus on their studies without distraction after a physical activity. Children currently are known as the fast food industry babies. Majority of parents look for a quick, ready to go meal without thinking if the meal will harm their children overtime. Nutritional diet is imperative for growth and development. Young children who lack nutrients in their childhood often have difficulty focusing, show emotional side effects, and are more susceptible to illness.

           Increasing physical activities within public schools will help lower childhood obesity. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, over the past three decades the rate of childhood obesity has more than doubled in children from 2-5 years old, tripled for children ranging from 6-11 years, and doubled for adolescents from 12-19 years old. Children in the United States are spending too many hours in front of television and computer screens, and hardly any hours engaging in physical activities. Currently statewide budgets are being cut, and certain programs are not seen as essential to schools such as, HPE (Health and Physical Education). When people think of Physical education they automatically think of a gym class that emphasizes sports competition. Physical education has made a change over time. Instead of emphasizing on students competing with one another it now focuses on creating lifelong fitness activities by exposing students to a wide range of various exercises and sports. Physical activities offer psychological benefits. Physical movements develop brain cells that stimulate endorphins. Endorphins create a feeling of calmness, and happiness as well as a relief from stress, and pain. A workout can leave a student feeling better about themselves, their life, and ready to focus on their education, while an inactive student may feel lethargic, depressed, and lack focus. Physical activities in schools help students develop strong healthy social interactions. Activities like running for example build muscles and improve cardiovascular health. Exercises also help children’s self-control and develop cooperative skills, and empathy towards others.

           According to the CDC, children should be exercising at least 60 or more minutes a day. While some schools offer a minimum of 60 minutes of physical activity other public school systems are cutting physical education, and activity in order to make more room for student’s academics. The importance of physical education, and physically active students’ needs to be recognized by every state in order to help the youth fight against childhood obesity.

           In an article about about how school lunches can reduce rates of childhood obesity, I learned that more than 30 million students receive their lunch at their school’s cafeteria and about 14 million students receive breakfast at their school’s cafeterias. These numbers were a really eye opener for me because I never realized just how many kids rely on school to supply them with two out of three of their main meal courses. I rarely ever ate breakfast or lunch at school because my mom packed my lunches for just about my entire elementary-high school years. However, I remember not really liking the way my school lunch looked when I did have to get it since it was completely different than what my mom would fix for me. School lunches have come a long way from my experiences with them. The United States nutritional guidelines now recommend that a variety of fruits and vegetables fill half the plate (Black, J; 3). This change in guidelines happened after the government realized that school meals were getting increasingly high in the amount of processed foods served that were high in fat, sugar, and sodium content. It was because of this that Congress made the decision to pass the Healthy, Hunger-Free Kids Act (HHFKA) of 2010. This act required that that U.S Department of Agriculture update school meal standards to be better aligned with the Dietary Guidelines for Americans (Maslow-Haynes, L and O’Hara, J.; 2-8).

           School lunches are not known for being entirely nutritious; they tend to include foods that are the cheapest for the school systems. While I understand that budget in public school systems are a huge source of conflict, it is time that those in charge start weighting the pros and the cons of serving unhealthy meals to kids during lunch. Healthy food promotion will always begin at home; parents first have to make the decision to teach their children about why certain foods are better for their bodies than others. However, there is a lot of literature out in the world that supports schools as being vital to educating students on how to eat appropriately and choose the best meal (Mailow, T; 1). When schools incorporate nutrition programs that are providing extra tools for children to learn. These programs can be very effective at preventing childhood obesity when they are taught right and allow student participation.

Obesity in children is a serious issue that we need to draw more attention to. As adults and parents we need recognize this epidemic, and raise awareness of this disease. In order to help prevent obesity, we need to limit the consumption of sugar-sweetened beverages, limit television and other screen time, encourage consumption of recommended daily fruits and vegetable, and encourage more outdoor activities in both school and at home (Hockenberry, Marilyn J., and David Wilson; 778, 815, 821). Children have to be educated about their physical health and ways that they can be more health conscious. By continuing to incorporate more opportunities for children to get up and move throughout the school day as well as providing healthier school food options we can make a difference in the amount of childhood obesity cases we see going forward and change the lives of children who are already suffering for the better.

WORKS CITED

Alliance For A Healthier Generation. A Healthier Generation, 2017, www.healthiergeneration.org. Accessed 14 October 2017.

Black, Jessica Donze. “Healthy School Lunches Can Reduce Childhood Obesity and Diabetes.” The Pew Charitable Trusts, The Pew Charitable Trusts , 5 Apr. 2016, www.pewtrusts.org/en/research-and-analysis/analysis/2016/04/06/healthy-school-lunches-can-reduce-childhood-obesity-and-diabetes. Accessed 23 October 2017.

Haynes-Maslow, Lindsey, and Jeffery K O'Hara. Lessons from the Lunchroom: Childhood Obesity, School Lunch, and the Way to a Healthier Future. Union of Concerned Scientists, 1 Feb. 2015, http://www.ucsusa.org/sites/default/files/attach/2015/02/lessons-from-the-lunchroom-report-ucs-2015.pdf Accessed 01 November 2017.

“Healthy Schools.” National Archives and Records Administration, National Archives and Records Administration, 19 Feb. 2011, www.letsmove.obamawhitehouse.archives.gov/healthy-schools Accessed Nov 1. 2017

Hockenberry, Marilyn J., and David Wilson. “19.” Wong's Nursing Care of Infants and Children, Vol. 10, Elsevier/Mosby, 2015, pp. 763-821.

Lynch, Bob. “What’s The Definition Of Physical Health & Does Good Health Naturally Mean All Natural Is Good?” LinkedIN, 31 Aug. 2015, www.linkedin.com/pulse/whats-definition-physical-health-does-good-naturally-mean-bob-lynch. Accessed 19 October 2017.

Mailow, Tonia. “Implementing an Education Program in Elementary Schools to Improve Healthy Food Choices.” Journal of Childhood Obesity. vol. 2, no. 2:9, 2017 pp. 1-4.

Nutrition Education in Public Elementary and Secondary Schools. National Center for Education Statistics, 2017, ttps://nces.ed.gov. Accessed 31 October 2017.

Physical Activity. Center for Disease Control and Prevention, 28 June 2017,             https://www.cdc.gov. Accessed 1 November 2017.

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Random story time

No one is probably going to read this but I need to record it for posterity, because this kind of easily avoidable BS happens to me ALL! THE! TIME!

This is a really long story! (but entertaining…in a sad way, lol). So if you want to read about something that you don’t think will get worse but kinda does…then read under the cut.

I worked overtime this past Saturday, like I usually do. My office is on the third floor of one of the three buildings in an office plaza. On the weekends, there isn’t any security because we aren’t open to the public, so you have to call a supervisor to let you instead of being able to just use your badge like normal on the weekdays.

So I’m working away and remember to take my mid-morning break. That’s when I realized my phone was at 2% battery, so I made a mental note to grab my charging cable from my car when I went outside the building for my break. I’m always way too in my head and always mess shit up for myself by not actively thinking to use my common sense. I was so deep in thought and wanted to just walk in quiet (I’m usually listening to music when I walk) that I LEAVE MY PHONE AT MY DESK. Looking back, I was really distracted by some drama on my mind and must’ve just blanked out on the whole “can’t get in with your badge on the weekend” thing because I realize the fact that I’m phone-less only AFTER I’m done walking…aka I CAN’T CALL ANYONE TO LET ME BACK IN.

I realize that I am royally f*cked. Like really and truly screwed and it’s all my damn fault.

There are cars in front of the office buildings next door, so I assume there are people inside and maybe I can use their phones or something. The front doors are open but it’s dead quiet (I almost got stuck in the elevator!) because those buildings are also closed to the public on weekends, so whoever is working there on the weekend is probably not expecting some lost girl yelling “hello? Is anybody there?” down the hallways. 

I go back to my office building and hope someone comes out on some odd chance but no one does.

At this point, I’m considering throwing a rock at the office windowz but 1) it’s on the third floor and 2) I am short and also athletically challenged and can’t throw higher than the second floor. Also, I can’t risk damaging the property, because I’m also trying to see if I can pick the lock somehow.

I’m yelling up to our floor from the outside, screaming my supervisors name.

I take my car and park it out front and sound the alarm, hoping someone will look down and see me waving frantically to be let in.

There are no trees near the building but I was considering climbing a tree even though I can’t. IAMTHISCLOSETOCALLING911. I didn’t know what to do!

I finally come up with the idea to try the car dealership across the street, which was thankfully open, otherwise I would’ve had to go to the strip club next door (that would’ve been SUPER interesting) or walk far away to the main street where a bunch of businesses are in hopes someone could help me there.

There are people in the office of this car dealership and the guys who own it are so nice when I meekly ask to use their phone. BUT GUESS WHO HASN’T MEMORIZED ANY OF THEIR OFFICE PHONE #’S. I don’t even know my own! (I want to justify this by pointing out the fact that I’m new at this office and that with the advent of technology, no one feels the need to memorize phone #’s or anything really because information is so easily accessible in the palm of our hands. To that I say...what if your phone doesn’t work? You don’t have signal? You have to use a landline to call someone but you can’t pull up their phone #? What do you do?!) So I can’t call my supervisor! Heck I can’t even call my own desk phone repeatedly in hopes it’ll ring too many times to annoy someone enough to answer it. I try and rack my brain for my own phone # but get the #’s mixed up and keep getting the electric company.

I leave to go back to my office fully pissed at myself when one of the car dealership guys follows me out and asks me if I wanted to try Googling my office phone #. I have to tell him that our office isn’t a business like that where inter-office phone #’s can be easily found (I’m a civil servant).

So I drive back to my office, hoping someone has come out by now but NOPE.

At this point, I’m considering just sitting in my car and waiting for someone to come out, which isn’t for another 2 hours, meaning I would’ve wasted 1/3 of my morning trying to get back in the building. I’m scared I’m going to get in trouble but also upset at myself for not being able to finish my work because I was too in my head thinking about some personal drama to exercise any common sense, which led to this fiasco.

Then I have the light bulb idea of “OMG! I CAN E-MAIL MY SUPERVISOR! She’s on her computer, she’ll see it right away.” I book it back to the car dealership and ask if I can use their computer. I try to log into our network e-mail because our e-mail system is encrypted and I don’t want to run the risk of using my personal e-mail and my supervisor not getting it because it’s from an outside source, but this whole ordeal has gotten me so flustered that I forgot my password and lock myself out of the website. I call my mom and ask her if she can log into the network e-mail to e-mail my supervisor, but she’s on her way to the hospital. But she tells me that my sister is not working that day and is at home so to try and call her (we all work for the same agency)…aaaand of course my sister doesn’t answer.

At this point I’m in full f*ck it mode and decide to e-mail my supervisor from my personal e-mail, praying it’ll go through. But Google won’t let me log in because it doesn’t recognize the device I’m using so it wants me to confirm that I am who I am THROUGH TEXT OR A PHONE CALL ON MY CELL PHONE. WHICH I DON’T HAVE! OTHERWISE I WOULDN’T BE TRYING TO E-MAIL MY SUPERVISOR! Yeah, so thanks Google, your extra security did me no good lol.

So I call my mom again and ask her to use her personal e-mail to contact my supervisor and she’s kind of like, WTH did you do to get yourself into this predicament? But she e-mails my supervisor, which causes her to not be of help to my dad who needs help navigating their way to the hospital. There’s a bunch of commotion in the car that I can hear over the phone because my dad missed the exit and yada yada but I’m just sitting there at my wits end like, CAN SOMEONE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE E-MAIL MY SUPERVISOR?!

My mom finally tells me she’ll do it and to call her back. So I call my mom back in 1 minute and this where I, in my anxiety, forget that my parents are older and not super fast when it comes to tech-y things and I need to be just a little more patient? My mom is telling me to WAIT because she’s not done writing the e-mail so I just tell her, e-mail my supervisor that I’ll be waiting by the door. I thank the car dealership guys and go on my way.

I go back to my office building and pace outside by the front door for what seems like ages when FINALLY my supervisor comes down and she’s just like, WHAT HAPPENED?! I proceed to fall to my knees in embarrassment and she’s just laughing and tells me she got an e-mail from someone saying she was my mom and when she recognized the last name, she was like OH SHOOT I TOTALLY LOST TRACK OF TIME, because I had told her I was going to call her when I got back from my break. Yup...no one even noticed I was gone for that long. 

THIS WHOLE ORDEAL TOOK ALMOST 2 HOURS.

I tell her this whole story and we are cracking up in the elevator  (I love my supervisor. Like, absolutely adore her. She is the one good thing about my job). I offer to have them dock the time from my overtime since I wasn’t technically working and she was super cool about it and told me to write a book about all the stupid stuff that happens to me (she knows about how I have the worst luck, both personally and professionally).

*Sidenote, the fact that I tried to log into my office mail on a off-network computer screwed up my system access on my office computer. I call our help line just for kicks because, honestly, it can’t get any worse at this point and hurrah! *trumpet noise* THEY ARE OPEN ON SATURDAYS. If they had been closed, I would’ve just left work and called it a day because this whole situation was god damn MESS. Also my mom later told me she got an e-mail from my supervisor but it was encrypted so she couldn’t open it to make sure my supervisor came down and got me.

LESSONS I LEARNED FROM THIS STUPID STORY:

I should’ve brought my phone with me because even if it died while I was on my walk, I had the keys to my car from when I made the mental note to grab the charging cable in my car, so I could’ve charged it a little bit to turn it back on and make a phone call.

Always charge your phone!

Always bring your phone!

Memorize important phone #’s in case the above two don’t happen!

#personal #I have the worst luck #oh well makes for good stories #I HAVE SO MANY STORIES #anyways after this I had to go to the babyshower for the last guy I liked #like...I was head over heels for this guy for years #but he kinda worked for my dad so it was weird #but while we were catching up a little bit away from the party he would bring up how we are so similiar and yada yada #I'm on my desktop so I can't use the emoji but it made me feel like the upside down smiley face #not that he was being inappropriate or anything #It kinda felt like I was being friendzoned but not really because I never had a chance lol #and we never would've worked out anyway #then Sunday was A Mess for entirely different reasons and I spent the day in tears #so yeah! what a fun weekend *upside down smiley face*

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14 reasons why you are always tired and how to deal with it

14 Reasons you are always exhausted and the best ways to deal with it

Fatigue was always so clearly on my face and I was the last one that located about it. I was constantly doing another thing yet rest. Sometimes I would even fail to remember to obtain out of that dark workplace where I functioned, since I was as well absorbed of the quantity of job I needed to finish as well as besides, I suched as spending time at the office, even more than at home.

My dedication for my job made me completely neglect that there is life after job. I can not fail to remember those coffees from the huge and dark entrance hall, they were so bitter that I felt they would provide me a lot more power.

The worst was that I could not see that this continually fatigue was leaving traces on my face. No wrinkle lotions or foundation could get rid of the traces chaotic way of living had left on my face skin. Not to state the weight that I had actually involved. From a thin individual, all these adjustments are noticeable, particularly that I needed to change my clothing. I was only 30 years, it seemed absolutely much more like 10 years were included. I was constantly stressed that was visiting occur at the workplace as well as I wished to be the most effective. When I consider it, I do unknown recognize why I was such a nit-picker, because it was not needed, I placed my job first and also I could possibly not also have a dog. When I obtained house all I did was to proceed my job office, or talk with my boss on the phone regarding the next task, I could hardly sleep late during the night as well as in the early morning I was continuing my means to dullness. One day I made a decision to started taking the finest measures because it can not go like this for life. I wished to feel fresh and also glossy like in highschool Below I will certainly provide to you the reasons for which you're weary and the best ways to avoid them.

1. Exhausting job!

If you are battling with such a work, it is most ideal to speak to your boss about this, if you're tired you will not provide the very best outcomes and nobody would take advantage of it. When you are searching for a new task, search the net references concerning what the job entails. If you have an extreme employer( which prevails in many cases) discover one more task, I make sure there are others readily available. You do not be worthy of to benefit somebody that does not looks after his employees. Don' t stay to work overtime, in charge is always viewing you, your colleagues are very unsympathetic as well as the salary might be better. However if every one of this look familiar to you, you can absolutely undergo a depression in the office or struggle with work stress.

In 70% of the situations, individuals who experience from anxiety or work-related tension are those that occupy executive positions, where they just satisfy orders and also where they can not reveal their suggestions. As a whole, anxiety is inherited, yet it is additionally affected by sex, personality, social condition as well as a work that you do not such as will just make the scenario worse.

I reviewed a current research study that showed that women are 60% even more vulnerable to work-related stress than guys. Still, there is hope. You discuss an important time at your job if you recognize ways to inform on your own and also seek the suggestions of a medical professional, if you attempt to fix your troubles or if lastly you will give up that unfulfilling job.

2. You suffer from lack of iron!

Iron shortage leaves you tired, weak, cranky, without any power of concentration. You are a lot more worn out due to the fact that you are not appropriately oxygenated. By boosting the consumption of iron in the body, you will certainly reduce the risk of anemia setup. Eat light meat, black beans, eggs, eco-friendly vegetables with fallen leaves, nuts, peanut butter and also vitamin C( it aids fast absorption of iron in the body).

To identify if you have enough iron in the body do the following test:

Assess your physical state. One of the most vital sign of iron deficiency is the absence of muscle tone, typically arises on account of persistent fatigue. You fidget, you rest bad? These might be indications that must fret you.

Analyze your skin, hair, nails. The delicacy and breakable nails, hair loss, pale color of the skin and burning feeling of the tongue should place you on alert.

Check the schedule. Your menstruation move had minimized and leakage have ended up being much more bountiful? Usually, throughout menstrual cycle is usually lost concerning 30-50 ml of blood, or regarding 15-20 mg of iron. If hemorrhaging enhances its amount, then it will increase the quantity of iron lost too.

Revise your diet plan. Have you overstated as well as you totally surrendered meat? A lacto-vegetarian diet regimen does not provide iron reserves. And the needed amount of iron increase if your are putting on your own to high physical workouts.

Count the number of times you had an influenza. As well as remind on your own exactly what therapy you followed in those instances. Unrestrained use of medicines lower iron down payments. Sulfonamide as well as prescription antibiotics could cause anemia medicine. As well as repeated infections are an indication of low immunity, which could be responsible the exact same iron deficiency.

If you answered 'yes' to a lot of statements, it's time to elaborate an action strategy to make up for the shortage of iron.

3. Do not skip breakfast!

You always have the tendency to skip breakfast jun and go for your job! Pay attention to your diet regimen and also do not skip crucial meals, the lack of minerals and also vitamins will certainly make you tired the entire day.

The price you spend for that missing morning meal is quite high: I gained 10 extra pounds accumulated in a year, due to the fact that I missed breakfast. Below I will present to you exactly what I attempted to morning meal in one year period, mentioning that they are very easy to prepare( it took me somewhere to 10 minutes or much less for each):

A part of mineral and vitamin-rich fruits (banana, kiwi, orange, avocado, apple, grapefruit, berries, mandarin, pineapple, mango, etc.)

Raw vegetables: carrots, celery

Walnuts, almonds, cashews, semninţe flax, sunflower, chia, sesame, etc.

Oatmeal with yogurt

Scrambled eggs, tofu as well as vegetables

Lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, cucumbers as well as 50 grams of ham

One baked potato with yogurt

A banana and also a tbsp of peanut butter

A pita, hummus and vegetables

Cottage cheese as well as a part of fruit choice

A dish of prepared brownish rice plus a little honey, apple, cinnamon, raisins

A brown bread sandwich with barbequed meats or tuna plus

Soy milk/ whole almonds with multigrain

Peanut butter on apple slices

Almond butter on toast and fresh fruit

Whole grains and also low-fat cheese with strawberries

Bruschetta with tomatoes, mushrooms, tuna

Omelette with spinach, tofu with pesto

Different smoothie mixes, fruit or vegetables

Banana pancakes and egg whites

4. Stop working on vacation!

When you're on trip, you have to be on holiday. Leave messages and phone for benefit when you'll be in the workplace. Detach on your own from all the ways task and also unwind. That's why you leave holiday. To rest.

In general, an employee receives four weeks, approx 20 days of paid leave in a year. Their number could be raised according to the business plan as well as it takes place typically when working already for a long period of time for one company.

You can likewise take your leave without pay, which became incredibly popular recently, giving you the chance to take a trip for numerous months or taking pleasure in a prolonged holiday from which you come back loosened up and revived.

5. Do not drink alcohol before bed!

Alcohol is a resource of exhaustion so take care, yet most definitely not the exhaustion you require prior to bed. I understand you think that alcohol may generate somnolence, it functions flawlessly true, but the underlying problem is that during the night you will certainly wake up really frequently, you will really feel anxiety, migraines, sweating and you'll have headaches. If you consume alcohol in the evening, at the very least you need to weaken every glass of alcohol with some water to counteract the negative effects of alcohol. For a relaxed rest, I suggest you drink alcohol 4 to 6 hours before bedtime.

Even the wine is outlawed since, like other form of alcohol is metabolized rapidly in the system and will trigger you to awaken continuously during the night.

One study found that a glass of scotch or vodka in mix with a decaf juice before bed increased the moment women have actually invested awake throughout the night by approximately 15 minutes. Alcohol minimizes bedtime by 19 mins and also reduces its quality.

If you do not have adequate reasons to give up alcohol before bedtime, at least do it for your partner due to the fact that alcohol will worsen your snoring.

6. Do not consume drinks that contains caffeine!

Caffeine is a main nerve system energizer yet likewise to metabolic process as well as is used both for recreational as well as medical objectives to minimize fatigue and also recover mental awareness when drowsiness takes place. It generates raised arousal state( alert), a stream of clear and sharp thinking, boosted focus and also far better general body sychronisation. The quantity of caffeine essential to produce impacts differs from one person to another depending upon body dimension as well as level of resistance. The effects start in less compared to a hr after consumption and also a modest dose normally disappears in around 5 hours.

When you really feel drowsy, you feel so because of some floating molecules called adenosine in the brain. Adenosine binds to adenosine receptors on nerve cells, making it possible for slowing signaling function of your mind as well as generate a feeling that we call drowsiness. The focus of adenosine in our brain is the highest - which is a sort of energy money of the body - so it makes feeling to really feel exhausted after a complete day of work or a marathon.

Drinking large amounts of coffee, even more compared to 250 mg per day can lead to a problem known as caffeinism. Caffeinism generally integrates high levels of caffeine reliance with a broad array of undesirable physical and psychological states including irritation, anxiousness, sleeping disorders, restlessness, headaches and heart palpitations occurred all after caffeine.

7. You go to sleep late!

It seems easy, but yes, you have to get adequate rest and to rest early enough to not really feel tired the following day. If you discovered that really typically it is difficult for you to sleep, you could possibly attempt to take some measures: avoid coffee and alcohol a couple of hrs before going to bed, shut off the TV and maintain peace in the bed room. Optionally, you can utilize an eye mask as well as earplugs.

Going to bed at late hours can negatively influence cardiac rhythm as well as melatonin production - the hormonal agent that induces rest. The result is a bad high quality rest, which all influence the metabolic procedures in the body and, ultimately, cause numerous diseases.

In addition, shed nights will recoup tough and the effect on body problem is ruining. You could get to even chronic anxiety or conduct disorder in everyday relations, bouts of rage, social adjustment difficulties.

Going to bed at late hrs and also night shifts also minimize the body's all-natural protection capacity. Past everyday drowsiness, it is a lot simpler to mount conditions such as diabetes.

For an adult, 7-8 hrs of rest each evening would certainly be enough. Throughout this duration, only 20 minutes are in fact deep rest, when the brain is actually resting.

It is said that a person night shed for a teenager could be recouped in one more 3 of sufficient sleeping. And when it comes to an adult, a sleepless evening could be recouped in an additional 10.

8. Foods that you must stay clear of if you do not intend to look tired!

Do not forget your diet and also an adage is saying that you are just what you're consuming, so allow's think exactly what foods make you look weary:

Salt: Products high in salt dehydrates you, so they will certainly dry the skin as well as therefore, you will certainly look much more tired compared to normal. When cooking, add much less salt in food or decide for other flavorings as basil or oregano instead of salt.

Artificial sweetener: They state it's far better compared to sugar, however it is not real. Whenever you consume sugar or various other sweeteners, your skin will look worn out and bloated.

Fried foods: Whether you fry potatoes or veggie patties, they are all still fried as well as they will make you look as well as really feel weary regularly. Frying oil has undesirable fats that obstruct your arteries and kill cells faster compared to it should.

Doughnuts: Even if they look good as well as you have a food craving, avoid them. They are fried as well as full of sugar - they are not healthy for your health and wellness or for your exterior appearance.

Carbohydrates: No should stop carbs permanently, however the excess is dangerous because it impacts your skin collagen.

Red meat: If you eat red meat more than once a week, you could make premature wrinkles, some surveys says, due to the carnitine substance from the meat, which enhances blood vessel walls.

Avoid sausages: They teem with preservatives that can irritate your skin if you swallow way too many of such compounds. You must consume much less as well as ideally is to buy organic items made from genuine meat.

Spicy foods: The spiciness from pepper and also various other such flavors are excellent for metabolic rate, yet not for your skin. They can aggravate your skin as well as places could show up on the skin since the blood vessels dilated.

Sweets: Sugar is bad for any diet, yet it will just boost the insulin production to the top, followed by a sharp autumn, which will certainly make you feel very worn out and also will certainly pump up the bags created under the eyes. If you need to eat something wonderful, after that limit yourself to one bar or one package.

9. Physical activity!

Fatigue worsens if you treat it with inactivity, believing rest is sufficient. Also if you're not made use of to exercise, you can begin gradually with 10 minutes of sport in the home each day. With time, your physical endurance will certainly boost as well as you'll be able to develop to advanced workouts. You could decide for a 40-minute walk in the park, unless you choose to run.

10. Depression!

Depression is not a disease that only deals with a psychological level yet may even cause physical symptoms. The most common signs and symptoms are tiredness, migraines and loss of cravings. If you really feel exhausted for a number of weeks you will always have to go to a doctor.

Solution: Clinical depression could be treated with psychiatric therapy or medication.

11. Hypothyroidism!

The thyroid is a tiny gland situated at the base of the neck and also is developed to manage metabolism, ie the rate which aids the body transform the food we eat into energy. In situation this gland works as well slow, after that the whole body will have a postponed reaction, it is feasible even to put on weight. Any thyroid problem must be treated seriously after you have the recommendations of a doctor. You may experience symptoms like heavy sleepiness, nausea or vomiting, migraines, etc.

Solution: If blood tests validate that the thyroid works more slowly, you could make use of artificial hormones that will certainly boost your body's reaction speed. Synthetic hormones could change your body, so educate on your own concerning them prior to taking them, despite the fact that they are recommended by your doctor.

12. Diabetes

For individuals with diabetes mellitus, excess sugar continues to be saved in the bloodstream rather of being taken in by cells, which are created to transform it right into power. The outcome of this procedure contains a body that lacks energy, although it was fed properly. If you discover unusual feelings of tiredness often it is the case to consult with a medical professional in order to attain a blood sugar examination. Glycemia examinations are available at any type of pharmacy and also they are not painful.

Solution: Therapies for diabetic issues includes insulin-based therapy, way of life adjustments (diet regimen and sport), medicines implied to add to the procedure of adaptation of sugar. Diabetes is a disease that you could live with if you appreciate every little thing your doctor recommends you. My granny has diabetic issues given that she was 18, that's more than 60 years. She always has a well developed timetable for her meals and sleep. She doesn't crosses any lines and takes her tablets specifically as suggested. Occasionally she really feels exhausted, yet with a snooze or an excellent evening rest, all comes back to normal.

13. Cardiovascular diseases

In situation when exhaustion is available in while you are doing any kind of activity, such as cleaning up your home or treatment for the yard, it might be an indicator that your heart does not function as it should. If you say that it is increasingly difficult to head to an end a series of tasks that till that moment did not create an issue, seek advice from a cardiologist.

Solution: Modifications in way of living, medication, therapeutic treatments that could maintain control of your heart condition. Sport could be truly advantageous for your heart. I'm sure you heard that some had a cardiac arrest or something similar while running or doing something quite tiring. That is because their body did not endure that amount of exercise back then as well as likewise because they were not made use of to it. If you fear that one day this will take place to you also, after that you ought to begin exercising right away.

14. Food intolerance

There are physicians who believe that intolerance to specific foods could cause sleepiness. If you really feel exhausted, which magnifies after you dining, you could be dealing with a food intolerance.

Solution: Try to eliminate particular items from food to inspect whether you dislike them. You could additionally do a food intolerance examination. Some are simple to detect, by a basic examination. Others could be more challenging to find, however you can begin with lactose or gluten. Try eliminating those from your diet regimen and note exactly how are you really feeling after. Lactose intolerance can cause bloating, which could be really unpleasant during the night, which may result in a night shed. Gluten is a lot more sensitive one and kinda difficult to deal with, due to the lots of gluten items that are on the market, such a bread, patisserie, some sugary foods as well as also rice.

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